Zhao Ziyin also laughed and remarked, "Alright, alright, seeing you like this puts my mind at ease."
"You're talking like you're my mom." The thing is, Zhao Ziyin can care about her so much, but what about her own mother?
Thinking about Jian Panying, Jian Anning shook her head. Forget it, Jian Panying divorced her father right after she was born, and for the following sixteen years, she almost never cared for her. Mother-daughter bond... it might as well be nonexistent.
"Enough about me, what about you?" Jian Anning retorted, and Zhao Ziyin immediately deflected, "Oh dear, why is my signal acting up? Hello? Hello? Hello? I can't hear you..."
The voice grew fainter and softer until there was a "pop" and the call ended. Jian Anning listened, crying and laughing at the same time, convinced that Zhao Ziyin deliberately moved her phone further away, pretending to lose signal and hang up the call.
