After an afternoon of trying without success, she finally got through this time.
After a few rings, An Ziqi answered the phone.
"Mom."
Hearing An Ziqi's hoarse voice on the other end, Ye Minzhi thought of her daughter's grievances, and her nose instantly felt sour.
"Ziqi, how are you? Are you okay? I've been trying to call you all afternoon, but couldn't get through. Where are you now?"
Listening to Ye Minzhi's voice and words of concern, An Ziqi's eyes began to redden again. She fought back her sadness and replied to the phone.
"Mom, I'm okay. I was out all afternoon and just got home now, didn't see your calls. Don't worry."
"Silly child, come home if you're upset."
"Let her wait there. I'll have someone pick her up right away. Divorce, the divorce is a must."
Tang Qi shouted angrily into the phone beside Ye Minzhi.
"Ziqi, don't be afraid. Your dad is here for you. I won't let anyone bully or wrong you again."
