Sometimes, Zhuo Qiaoqing wondered whether Wei Yue was too sensible or too shrewd, perhaps both. It was undeniable that Wei Yue was a clever child.
If it weren't for Ran Zhengfeng between them, she might have sympathized with the girl's plight. But now, she couldn't help but feel disgusted.
"Right now, Yuanyuan's illness is the main concern. Let's not bicker about this, okay? Lately, I've been visiting Yuanyuan every day, and I might return home late at night, so no need to prepare dinner for me." Ran Zhengfeng sighed, "Yuanyuan lost her mother just past ten, and within two years, Jinming also passed away due to illness. At this age, no one would adopt her, and even if they did, who knows their purpose? Now she's sick again; it's really pitiful."
"So the phone is for Wei Yue?" Zhuo Qiaoqing asked. She had already suspected this yesterday when she heard about it.
