Wan Chu'er pondered before honestly recounting Mai Qiqi's words and actions from the evening, ending with, "Aunt, Qiqi hasn't moved past the harm that the last relationship caused her. I think she still needs time and space to heal."
After hearing Wan Chu'er's words, Mother Mai's mood churned with increased sorrow and worry for her daughter, and she harbored even deeper resentment towards An Zihao.
"Chuchu, thank you. Auntie will need to think about this," said Mother Mai with difficulty. "If possible, I'd ask you to please keep in touch with Qiqi more often, talk to her. She has always been willing to listen to you."
"Okay." Wan Chu'er responded succinctly. As her best friend since arriving in Beijing, naturally, she hoped for the best for Mai Qiqi.
It was getting late, so after saying goodbye to Mother Mai, Wan Chu'er left the Mai Family.
She had only driven a short distance when another car suddenly cut in and blocked her path.
"Screech—"
