“Where are you going?” Feng Mu asked unfriendlily.
“I have a friend…”
“You fool people, you’d have friends.” Feng Mu scanned Feng Qishi with contempt.
Feng Qishi frowned, took out his phone from his pocket, and instantly found Zhang Yan’s number. “If I call him and he answers, you’ll let me go.”
“Fine, if you can get him on the line, I’ll let you go, but,” Feng Mu narrowed her eyes, “you are not allowed to call that country bumpkin.”
“She doesn’t have a phone,” Feng Qishi said, and directly dialed Zhang Yan’s number.
In Zhang Yan’s room, Mu Anxiao propped her chin with one hand, her eyes hazy as she watched Zhang Yan, who was still drinking non-stop, and said, “Don’t drink…”
Mid-sentence, Zhang Yan’s phone rang.
Listening to the phone vibrate, Mu Anxiao swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
Zhang Yan stopped drinking, bent down to pick up his phone from the coffee table, and answered without looking: “Hello, who is it?”
He used a young person’s voice, which surprised Mu Anxiao.
Feng Qishi listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, then glanced at his mother, who was waiting to mock him, and said, “I told you I was coming to your place today, do you remember?”
“My place?” Zhang Yan said, glancing down and thinking, “Oh, are you that repairman? But didn’t you say you were coming tomorrow morning?”
“We already agreed,” Feng Qishi was completely not on the same page as Zhang Yan.
“Okay, come on over,” Zhang Yan replied, completely bewildered, and hung up.
Mu Anxiao sighed, looking at Zhang Yan.
On Feng Qishi’s side, Feng Mu still looked at Feng Qishi with contempt and said, “Give me your phone.”
“Here.” Feng Qishi had already saved Zhang Yan’s number with a name, so he naturally handed the phone to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu looked at the contact name and said, “It’s a boy.” With that, she handed the phone back to Feng Qishi.
“Mm,” Feng Qishi nodded.
Feng Ba, seeing Feng Mu’s harshness towards Feng Qishi, said, “Qishi, hurry up and go.”
“Goodbye, Dad,” Feng Qishi said, turning and walking towards the roadside.
Feng Mu watched Feng Qishi’s retreating back and snorted, “This kid actually has friends.”
“Isn’t it good that our son has friends?” Feng Ba said helplessly.
“It’s not good,” Feng Mu glanced at Feng Ba, then handed her bag to the driver.
Feng Ba sighed softly and looked at Feng Qishi, thinking: Qishi really dislikes that Shi Momo. It seems I need to find a way to convince her. Thinking this, he looked at Feng Mu, who had gotten into the car, and decided he had to convince her.
Soon, Feng Qishi took a taxi to the edge of the small park.
“We’re here,” the driver said.
Feng Qishi paid the fare and got out of the car.
“This is it,” he murmured at the park entrance, watching the car drive away, then stepped inside.
At the same time, Uncle Chen woke up.
“Cough, cough, cough, what’s wrong with me?” he said, opening his eyes and sitting up.
Zhang Yan, with blurry eyes, looked at Uncle Chen and said, “You vomited on my carpet, clean it up.”
“I was drinking?” Uncle Chen muttered disbelievingly, lowering his head.
“Mm, you drank all of this,” Zhang Yan said hazily, gesturing at the beer cans on the coffee table.
Mu Anxiao, worried that Zhang Yan would lose face in front of Uncle Chen, got up and quietly walked behind Zhang Yan. Then, she lightly touched his back with her finger, and his dizziness lessened.
“You clearly…” Uncle Chen was about to say that Zhang Yan was drunk, but when he looked up at Zhang Yan’s face, he was speechless.