Zhan Dapeng suddenly felt a sense of relief that he was just an ordinary citizen, and not an heir to any great family clan; otherwise, he wouldn't even have his freedom.
Before the water in the pot started to boil, Gu Nuan walked to one side, preparing to call her mother.
Generally speaking, video calls were expensive. If both parties weren't using their home's free Wi-Fi, they would opt to text instead of making a video call. But occasionally, like now, Gu Nuan felt uneasy, and it wasn't due to her own issues—it was merely because her mother had left just as Tang Sili and Ou Yanan showed up at the door.
The two events were separated by no more than a few seconds.
When she made the call, it rang several times with no answer. This only increased Gu Nuan's anxiety.
Click.
Finally, someone answered.
It was the voice of Aunt Qiu.
