She hastily said, "Pass me your phone, I want to make a call to your sister."
Ye Zichen said, "My sister doesn't want to take your calls."
"No matter what, she is still my daughter. Hurry up." Mrs. Ye seemed rather impatient at this moment.
She was blocked by Ye Fanxing and couldn't make a call to her, so she had to use Ye Zichen's phone instead.
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At this moment, Ye Fanxing was having dinner with Fu Jingyu when she received the call.
She saw that it was from Ye Zichen, so she picked up. But the voice inside was Mrs. Ye's, "Xingxing, ah..."
It was almost gentle, the first time she had heard her voice in half a year.
One should know, Ye Fanxing offered her two thousand yuan, but didn't receive a single good word from her.
Ye Fanxing asked indifferently, "What do you want?"
"Nothing." Mrs. Ye replied with a laugh, seemingly becoming the good mother Ye Fanxing remembered from before, "I heard from Zichen that Jingyu is doing better now?"