In the afternoon, Su Liuying returned to her department and had just sat down when her phone started ringing. Nowadays, every time her phone rang, she would reflexively shrink back.
When she saw that it was Wen Xiaojie calling, she composed herself and casually pressed the answer button, "Hello, Xiaojie!"
"Liuying, Liuying... sob sob..."
Wen Xiaojie on the other end of the phone was crying very sadly, startling Su Liuying, who asked in confusion, "Xiaojie, why are you crying? Is there something wrong with the baby?"
Wen Xiaojie had just had the baby, and when Su Liuying visited her yesterday, she seemed so happy. How could she suddenly be crying so sadly? Su Liuying's first thought was that something had happened to the baby.
"Liuying, I... I'm so upset!"
Wen Xiaojie's voice sounded very hoarse, as if she had already been crying for a long time. She sniffled and said, "Huang Ze, he... he... sob sob..."
