Huang Minghao quickly dialed Chi Ruan's parents, probably because of the international call, and the connection was not very fast.
A gentle female voice came.
huangminghaoAuntie, did my sister call you?
Huang Minghao asked immediately.
chiruanmamaNo what's wrong?
Chi Ruan's mother wondered.
Although Chi Ruan is a filial child, and he will call himself to reminisce about the past when he has nothing to do, the last time he called was a week or two ago.
huangminghaoNo, it's fine.
Hearing Chi Ruan's mother say she hadn't called her, Huang Minghao suddenly felt cold.
chiruanmamaWhat's wrong with you?
It can only be said that Jiang is still old and spicy. Chi Ruan's mother heard that Huang Minghao's tone was not right.
Huang Minghao leaned against the railing, watching the sea in the distance, gradually disappearing beyond the horizon.
chiruanmamaWell, Haohao, say it well, Auntie is listening.
Chi Ruan's mother said.
huangminghaoSister, you seem to be mad at me.
Huang Minghao carefully tunnel.
chiruanmamaThen why is she mad at you?
She had always been very clear that Huang Minghao was a very sensible child, even so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
When his children were with him, Huang Minghao had always favored Chi Ruan.
If Chi Ruan was angry, it was naturally Huang Minghao who coaxed him.
huangminghaoDid something wrong to her.
Huang Minghao stammered out his words like a stutter.
chiruanmamaI don't care what you did to her, I'll just ask you.
Chi Ruan's mother asked clearly and simply.
chiruanmamaDo you think you can make up for your fault?
Make up for... his fault?
huangminghaoI think I can!
Huang Minghao excitedly said a few words "even".
