As they were talking, Li Mengru's phone suddenly rang. She took it out and said, "Lu Beiyao, let's talk next time. I need to take this call first."
She turned to answer the phone and stumbled away, leaning against the wall around a corner before asking, "Why did you suddenly call me?"
"I don't think Lu Beiyao has any good intentions in seeking you out. Since we're both down on our luck, it's only natural for me to help you," Zhou Ju'an said seriously.
"Help me?" Li Mengru seemed to be talking to herself, "You definitely helped me."
She knew why he drank, but to hear that reason from his mouth was unbearably cruel.
"Thank you." Li Mengru said softly, then hung up. She leaned against the wall deep in thought for a long time. It really was pathetic, but by running away like this, she could pretend nothing had happened and continue to like Lu Beiyao, couldn't she?
