Liu Zhiyuan replied sweetly, "Okay, then I hope my husband can say a few good words for me in front of my aunt. I think my aunt loves you very much, and she should love me too. She seems to be a gentle and kind woman.
By the way, this morning I downloaded the recording of the conversation between Pei Xiaoxiao and my mother. I'll send it to you now, and you can show it to your aunt later. This recording will definitely serve as my testimony.
She quickly took it out of her bag, entered the password 2431, and sent the recording to Song Ling.
The nickname she gave to Song Ling was Uncle, which was the name that was closest to her heart.
As soon as she put down her phone, Lin Jinrong called.
She was slightly startled, then curled her lips in self-mockery.
Whenever she and Pei Xiaoxiao had a big fight, her mother would always call and scold her.
She seemed to be used to it, but didn't want to answer her mother's call today.
She didn't answer, and Lin Jinrong kept calling stubbornly.
Liu Zhiyuan sighed. Thinking of her mother's preference for Pei Xiaoxiao and prejudice against herself in the recording, her heart sank.
Song Ling, who was next to her, noticed her mood change, reached out to take her phone, and frowned when he saw the flashing word "Mom".
He hung up the phone immediately and turned it off.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at Song Ling, the setting sun shining through the car window and reflecting into the car.
There is a warm, bright yellow color in the carriage.
I feel that his facial features are more three-dimensional, profound and charming.
She raised her lips in relief, happy that he understood her thoughts at this moment.
She really doesn't want to answer her mother's call...
Then she fell silent.
There was a rare silence, and a small hand was placed on the edge of the window.
Her long hair gently falls on her shoulders, and her hair flutters in the wind.
Dancing lightly, it displays some unique aura.
In those clear eyes, there was a trace of sadness that was rarely seen.
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