In the bathroom, Mrs. Murong finally saw who was calling. If she used to quite like Ling Weixuan, now that fondness had greatly diminished.
Not to mention, after she had deceived her, there was no way this matter could be easily brushed aside.
But the phone kept ringing, and outside the door, her son wore a grim expression. Mrs. Murong held the phone for a long time before reluctantly answering it.
She initially thought that even if she answered, she wouldn't be kind to the caller. But as soon as the call connected and before she could start reprimanding, Ling Weixuan on the other end apologized with a sobbing voice: "I'm sorry, Aunt..."
"You still know to call me Aunt?"
This remark clearly carried a tone of reproach, which Ling Weixuan comprehended, making her sniffle again: "I'm sorry, Aunt! Really sorry! I also know what I did was wrong, but, but..."
