As Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen, she saw the little girl’s bright eyes and smiled, "Quickly go wash your face and brush your teeth, then come and eat." An Yin stuck out her tongue, "Okay, Aunt Zhang." Aunt Zhang thought of something and spoke again, "Your friend’s fiancé came early this morning to pick her up. She said she saw you were still sleeping and didn’t want to disturb you." An Yin nodded and then hurried to the bathroom. When she came out, she saw Aunt Zhang helping Mrs. An to sit at the dining table, both of them waiting for her to join them for breakfast. An Yin eagerly approached the dining table. "Aunt Zhang, your breakfast is so abundant!" An Yin sincerely praised. Upon hearing her daughter’s words, An Ying cast a sidelong glance, "From the way you said that, it seems like the breakfasts I used to make weren’t to your liking?" "Hehe..." An Yin quickly flattered, "Each has its own character." Aunt Zhang, watching the mother and daughter dialogue, always felt that these two seemed more like sisters than mother and daughter! An Ying held her chopsticks, as if she thought of something, and spoke softly, "I remember you weren’t that close to Yiyi before, how come you’re hanging out so frequently lately?" An Yin focused on eating her noodles, her eyes slightly darting. She could never tell Mrs. An that her connection with Huang Yiyi began with a call from Huang Yiyi, followed by her accompanying Huang Yiyi for an abortion, could she? Sitting properly at the dining table, An Ying observed her daughter eating with her head down but didn’t probe further. After all, as children grow up, they have the right to their own friendships. After taking a few bites, An Yin looked up to find Ms. An staring at her with a complicated expression, thinking she might still be troubled by the previous question. An Yin’s gaze wandered as she replied perfunctorily, "I ran into her in T City before, and we became acquainted as we chatted." "Hmm." An Ying recalled the previous time when Huang Yiyi came to her house asking for your phone number. At that time, she found it odd. An Yin’s eyes flickered. When she received Huang Yiyi’s call, she found it strange, too, not realizing Huang Yiyi got her number from Mrs. An. This breakfast was eaten with a sense of unease for An Yin. After finishing her noodles, when she took her bowl to the kitchen, she heard Mrs. An’s voice calling out from the living room. "Yinyin, your phone is ringing." An Yin quickly set down her chopsticks, returned to the living room, and picked up her phone from the coffee table. A call from Jiang Keke? Recalling the blessing text she sent the previous night, An Yin guessed Jiang Keke was calling for a chat. After the call connected, An Yin spoke first. However, after she finished speaking, Jiang Keke on the other end didn’t say anything. An Yin glanced at the phone screen and found they were still connected. Finally, her heart tightened, "Keke, are you listening?" For some reason, a sense of foreboding arose in An Yin’s heart, as if something had happened. Just when An Yin was anxiously waiting, Jiang Keke’s voice came through, laced with sobs. An Yin furrowed her brows slightly, "What’s wrong?" From the sound of it, it was evident that Jiang Keke was trying to put up a brave front. "Did Bao Cheng hurt..." Just as An Yin was about to voice her suspicions, she noticed Mrs. An watching her intently from the dining table and quickly changed her words, "Did someone bully you?" An Yin thought of how Bao Cheng and Jiang Keke often had conflicts before, so Jiang Keke’s upset state likely had to do with Bo Cheng. Jiang Keke avoided answering An Yin’s question, sobbing as she asked, "Have you gone home?" "Yinyin, I’m so bored here alone. I really want you to come keep me company," Jiang Keke said softly, with a hint of pleading in her voice, "How about we go on an impromptu trip? I want to get out and relax." "Yinyin, you’re my only good friend left. At this moment, I really wish you were by my side." Over the phone, Jiang Keke continued speaking intermittently. The more An Yin listened, the heavier her heart felt. She recalled Bao Shaojin mentioning before that Bao Cheng was about to get engaged. Could it be that Jiang Keke had also heard this news? Is that why she’s so upset? An Yin has a gentle nature and seeing her good friend so distressed makes her feel bad too. "Okay, I’ll come over later." An Yin stated earnestly. "I’ll wait for you at the bus station." Jiang Keke knew that whenever An Yin came to T City, she’d take the bus from home to the bus station and then take a bus to school. "Alright, alright." An Yin felt as though Jiang Keke’s voice suddenly became very cheerful, contrasting sharply with her previous tearful tone. She must have misheard, An Yin thought. After hanging up, An Yin suddenly realized a matter. Moments ago, she agreed so readily, but Mrs. An was still recovering at home, wasn’t she? "Yinyin, is something the matter?" An Ying looked at her daughter, her face full of concern, and couldn’t help but worry. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝔫𝔢𝔱 "It was Keke’s call. She’s in a bad mood and wants to go out with me for fun, to get some fresh air," An Yin explained honestly. An Ying had met her daughter’s good friend before and thought she was a lively child with a good impression. An Ying thought about how her daughter had been staying home with her this entire time and must be feeling stifled, which made her feel a twinge of pain for her daughter. "Why don’t you go spend a few days with her?" An Ying suggested. "But, your hands and feet are still not very convenient," An Yin hesitated. "That’s what I’m here for," Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen, looking at the girl. "Go on." An Ying urged once more. In the end, An Yin decided to go on the trip. After all, she had already promised Jiang Keke, and when she left, An Ying repeatedly reminded her to wear a mask because it’s flu season in winter and told her to be careful while traveling. An Ying wanted to give her daughter some cash, but An Yin strongly refused. Emphasizing that she still had money in her WeChat account finally dismissed An Ying’s thoughts. Before going out, An Ying saw her daughter wearing a heavy down jacket, snow boots, and a baseball cap. Half of her pink face was covered by a mask, which satisfied An Ying. "Mom, Aunt Zhang, I’m leaving now." With that, she opened the door and left. After the main door closed, An Ying looked at the shabby door frame, momentarily lost in thought. Aunt Zhang noticed her state and sighed, "Your daughter just left, and you’re already missing her?" An Ying withdrew her gaze, lowering her head with concern, "Yinyin is so kind-hearted. Every time I look at her, I worry she’ll meet someone with ill intentions." Upon hearing her words, Aunt Zhang’s expression also turned serious. An Ying was right; the young girl is carefree and tends to only look at things superficially without ever thinking deeply. With such a personality, if she’s cared for tenderly by someone, she would surely live happily and innocently. But if, unfortunately, she encounters someone deceitful, she could end up deeply hurt.