If the current Bai Zhengyuan were any less significant person, Meng Yue might have just laughed it off.
But because it was Bai Zhengyuan, she couldn't.
Because he was the father of her child, she couldn't!
After tidying up the house, Meng Yue sat on the sofa, feeling once again like a walking corpse, utterly spiritless.
At this moment, her phone suddenly rang with a call.
It was from a number she hadn't contacted in so long that she almost couldn't remember that she once had such a close friend.
The note was simple, just two words: Yuan'er.
Meng Yue stared blankly for a while before finally reaching out with both hands to pick up the phone.
As soon as she answered, she heard the sound of a car honking from the other end.
Meng Yue spoke, "Hello."
Zhao Siyan had just gotten off the plane and into a car when she heard Meng Yue's long-missed voice, feeling unavoidably sentimental. After a long pause, she sighed and said, "Do you have time? Let's meet."
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