"Alright..." The two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.
Mo Ran thought for a moment and still decided to give Mo Yan a call. As soon as the call connected, she asked, "Sis, on New Year’s Eve..."
"I was just about to talk to you about this. On New Year’s Eve, I’m going to have dinner with Yang Tao at his place, so I won’t be spending it with you. Make sure to buy yourself some nice food to eat, okay?" Mo Yan interrupted her.
Mo Ran felt a bit disappointed in her heart; Mo Yan really wasn’t going to spend New Year’s with her.
"Um, I got it. Be careful when you go to the Yang Family’s, okay?"
"I know all that, don’t worry. Anyway, that’s it, I’m hanging up."
Mo Ran helplessly hung up the phone, feeling that she and Mo Yan were growing further and further apart. Did all women forget their family once they had a new home?
She had wanted to introduce Tang Song to Mo Yan, but it seemed that would have to wait until next time.
New Year’s Eve arrived soon enough, and Tang Song had taken care of some matters before planning to head over to Mo Ran’s place. Suddenly, his phone started ringing—it was Wen Sha.
He didn’t want to answer, but the phone rang over and over again until he got annoyed and finally pressed the answer button.
Wen Sha’s unsteady voice came through, "Bro, where are you? I’m at your doorstep; can you come get me, please?"
"What’s wrong?" Tang Song asked, frowning.
"Nothing, just had a few bottles of baijiu. Bro, can you come get me, please? If you don’t come, I’ll just go out and have fun on my own. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I want to see you."
"Stay right there, I’ll call someone to take you home."
"No! If you don’t come, I’m not going home today! I want to go out and have fun, do whatever I want!" Wen Sha’s tone clearly showed she was quite drunk. Original content can be found at novel✶fire.net
Tang Song frowned, deeply displeased.
"Then just wait there slowly!" He hung up and went downstairs to the parking garage.
As he started the car, he suddenly remembered how, as a child, Wen Sha had run away from home in a huff for a whole month just because he had refused the birthday cake she made for him.
If he didn’t go today, who knew what kind of foolish thing she might do. She had been drinking, and it was possible she might do something irreversible.
The story is about to get tough, everyone hang in there! The narrative is a bit cruel, but love that endures hardship is all the more precious. Keep going; a little hardship makes for a healthier story. Also, the author apologizes for the scattered writing in today’s explosive updates, it won’t happen again next time, sweating bullets here, noted!