Although after getting through, they can't chat for too long.
"Hello?" Little picked up the phone, her voice a bit trembling.
"Little, my wife?"
Meng Xinian's voice came through, sounding a bit distant and unclear.
But as soon as Little heard his voice, her eyes instantly reddened.
She always thought she was strong, and now her heart is cold, not changing expression even when witnessing death, but strangely, only in front of Meng Xinian does she feel this vulnerable like a little girl.
"Tyrant Meng!"
"Crying?" Meng Xinian immediately detected a hint of distress in her voice.
"Where? I'm not crying." Little tightened up, glancing over at Yang Zhiqi.
Yang Zhiqi stood up, gestured to her, and then walked out, closing the door.
Was he implying they could only talk for five minutes?
Nevertheless, those five minutes are precious enough for Little.
She glanced at the clock.
