Feng Shuyu was already crying, desperately pulling Zhu Haiqing: "Qingqing, can we go back, please?"
"No way," Wang Zihan said gloatingly from the side, "Zheng Fangrui is probably training right now. Otherwise, should I call his parents?"
After she said that, she took out her phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, she immediately put it on speaker.
"Auntie, it's Zihan."
A warm woman's voice came from the other end: "Oh, it's Zihan. Why are you calling me today?"
"Auntie, I wanted to ask, what does Zheng Fangrui like to eat at home? I want to buy him some snacks."
"You're so thoughtful. It should be Fangrui buying things for you. Don't spoil that brat too much."
"Auntie, it's my duty to spoil him. After all, we'll be family in the future. By the way, Auntie, can I visit your house during the New Year holiday?"
"Oh, you're welcome to visit with Fangrui, of course."
Wang Zihan chatted for a while longer before hanging up the phone.
