After hanging up the phone, He Qianqian was in utter despair. She knew only a limited number of young girls in China, all from her own social circle. How could she possibly fulfill President Lin's task?
However, when she returned to the living room and saw Zhao Mengmeng, a idea sparked in He Qianqian's mind.
"Mengmeng, you're home every day, how come I never see you playing with your classmates and friends?" He Qianqian asked casually.
After all, Zhao Mengmeng's circle was more in line with President Lin's requirements, and she was also the right age.
"They're busy with school or work; who has that much time?" Zhao Mengmeng chuckled lightly.
"What's up, auntie? Why such an interest in my friends?" Zhao Mengmeng asked nonchalantly.
"What are you saying? You are my niece, can't I show a little concern for you? When I was your age, I loved to hang out and have fun with my classmates."
"Oh," Zhao Mengmeng did not continue the topic, and the conversation ended there.
