Mei Mengcheng didn't yet know the twists and turns involved, but Mei Mengying was always his sister. Speaking ill of her behind her back wasn't a good thing to do, so Fan Tianyu quickly stopped himself and simply said, "Just be careful, as long as you remember what I told you."
Mei Mengcheng paused, then said, "I plan to head back this afternoon, when should I pick them up on the other end? Should I contact them myself, or will they reach out to me?"
"I told them tomorrow afternoon, I thought you'd head back tomorrow morning." Fan Tianyu glanced at the time—it was only 1 p.m. now, so going back early was indeed workable. "You have my aunt's phone number, and you only have Qiuhe on Twitter, so just call my aunt directly."
Mei Mengcheng acknowledged, but since he had come back from school, he hadn't had lunch yet. There were still dumpling soup and Dumplings in the fridge. Mei Mengzhen said, "Brother Mengcheng, I'll make some dumpling soup and Dumplings. Let's eat before you leave."