Song Xueqin was just about to take out the booklet when the phone on the bedside table rang.
She picked it up and saw the number she knew by heart. A smile involuntarily appeared on her face, "You little girl, at least you still have a conscience."
After closing the black box, she answered the call, "…You still remember to call me, haven't you died yet? Hurry back!"
Song Song's soft voice, "How dare I come back, I'm afraid you'd really break my leg."
"Knowing you're afraid, there's still some hope! As long as you obediently divorce that Xiao Jinghuai, we can still be mother and daughter. But if you don't..."
"Mom—"
Song Song interrupted her softly, "He said he would like to invite you to the Imperial Dynasty Club for dinner tomorrow night at six. He hopes you can attend. Mom, I've always listened to you since I was little, but in this matter, I want to fight for myself just once, can I?"
