When Lin Kerou received a call from Fu Yanci, she was holding a glass of red wine and sitting on the bay window, overlooking the myriad of lights in the Imperial City.
Initially annoyed by someone disturbing her peace, her expression softened when she saw "Yanci" on the screen.
"Yanci..."
"Lin Kerou!"
One soft, one cold, two voices sharply distinct.
Fu Yanci didn't even give Lin Kerou a chance to speak, "Because you are Xiao Bao's mother, because of your past illness making you act against your will, I allowed you to stay. But this doesn't mean I'm letting you go. In the future, if you dare come near the old house, the kindergarten, or Xiao Bao, I won't be polite!"
"Yanci I..."
Beep beep beep.
18 seconds, the call ended.
Fu Yanci didn't even give her a chance to speak.
Just like five years ago.
Watching the darkened phone with a slightly stunned gaze, Lin Kerou's lips curled as she thought of something, tossing the phone aside and went to sit back on the bay window.