Yao Qianhan's lips curled slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that right?"
Motan continued to nod, not quite knowing what this school director auntie wanted to say.
But he didn't wonder for too long, because...
"It's like this."
Yao Qianhan gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, speaking in a leisurely and teasing tone. "A while back... hmm, let me think. If I remember correctly, it should be about a month and a half ago, on the evening of July 6th, I received a phone call."
Motan paused for a moment, the curiosity between his brows deepened.
"The person who called me was White真. If this name doesn't ring a... heh, looks like you already have a hunch, Motan."
Yao Qianhan looked at the cold sweat suddenly appearing on Motan's forehead and smiled warmly. "Yes, it's Chenchen's mother, that famous surgeon from S City."
"..."
