"What trouble is that?" Meng Xiaoya smiled lovingly. "Is it as much trouble as you saving our rain? It's just a piece of cake. He's fine anyway!"
This is even more troublesome than saving Xiao Xingyu.
Seeing that she didn't reach out, Meng Xiaoya pushed the phone towards her again: "Don't trust me? You are our savior. Even if everyone in this world would plot against you, we won't."
"That's not what I meant." Zhang Moyan quickly dispelled Ms. Meng's concerns.
Never mind that he had ill intentions, what in that little room of hers could possibly interest someone who claimed to have over 200 million?
"Okay then." Zhang Moyan couldn't think of any reason to refuse in the short term. If she didn't appreciate it, it would seem that she was judging others by her own standards.
"Thank you, Auntie." Zhang Moyan took Meng Xiaoya's phone unnaturally.
In the dialog box signed "Retribution in This Life", she entered the name and house number of her community - Room 301, No. 27, Yunshan Garden, and then entered the 6-digit door password.
Zhang Moyan's right thumb hovered over the "Send" button for a while, but she didn't have the courage to press it. She handed the phone back to Meng Xiaoya, like a primary school student handing in homework: "Auntie, I'm done."
In fact, it doesn’t matter who “sends” it, but she just feels like she is sending herself to the chopping block by sending it out.
Meng Xiaoya took the phone, looked at it, nodded, and pressed "Send" without hesitation.
The moment she pressed the button, Zhang Moyan couldn't describe the feeling, she could only say that she had never had such an experience before.
"Ding", a message popped up on Xiao Xingyu's mobile phone. When he clicked it, it clearly showed an address and a password.
Xiao Xingyu looked down at his phone. Geng Jun looked at him, suppressing his smile. "Okay, I'll find someone to run the trip for you!"
As Geng Jun picked up the landline phone, he dialed a key when Xiao Xingyu stood up. "You're a doctor, but how could I upset my mother, who just recovered from a serious illness? If the disease recurs within five years, will you treat it? Okay, I'm leaving now. My savior's nest is still a bit far away."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
