Lian Xinying turned around when she heard the voice.
The servant hurried over with a cell phone in hand: "Miss, the wind is a bit strong outside today, don't catch a cold."
Aside from Lian Xinying, everyone at home treated Lian Xinying's current period as if it were a war of resistance.
As the revolution was about to succeed, now was the time when absolutely no complications could be allowed to occur.
"Mm, I'm wearing quite a lot, I'm not cold." After taking the cell phone, Lian Xinying glanced at the caller ID, her eyes brightening a bit.
The call was from Ji Fan.
Lian Xinying could no longer remember why she had last seen him.
This man, just like a gust of wind, would appear in her life from time to time, and sweep past.
Yet, he would not leave any trace behind.
After the servant had left, Lian Xinying answered the phone.
"Yingying, come out and meet up," Ji Fan demanded as soon as she picked up the call.
