Xiao Yining held Xiao Moli's still cold hand and nodded, "Mm, everything will definitely get better."
On the other side.
An Ziqi stared at the darkened phone screen and clenched her teeth.
That bastard Xiao Moli, wait till he comes back and see how I settle accounts with him.
Anyway, she finally had some news, and the uneasiness in An Ziqi's heart slowly faded away.
In the following days, An Ziqi called Xiao Moli a few more times.
Each time, it was Xiao Yining who answered the phone, always giving various excuses.
Either Xiao Moli was in a meeting or too tired and already asleep.
Xiao Moli never answered her calls once.
She asked Xiao Yining to send her a photo of Xiao Moli, and Xiao Yining did send her some old pictures with Xiao Moli.
In the photos, Xiao Yining wore a big smile, and Xiao Moli's eyes had an unusual warmth, but there was no indication of where it was taken.
Once might be okay, twice might be okay.
