An Ning forced herself to remain calm and said, "Mom, I went out to see a friend."
"What friend? How come I haven't heard you mention them before?" Wen Rufeng bombarded her with questions. "You went out so silently, and without your phone. Don't you know Wang Ma and I were worried?"
"I'm sorry!" An Ning said with her head down.
"Sorry, sorry. You weren't like this before having the baby, were you? You were so obedient back then, never making me worry. Why are you making me worry so much now?" Wen Rufeng said, feeling so angry her head ached.
An Ning kept her head down, feeling dejected and heavy-hearted, with thoughts filled with images of being together with the uncle.
Mo Ang's subconscious reaction was exactly like the uncle's. When he kissed her, she was almost ninety percent sure he was the uncle.
"Didn't you hear me talking?" Wen Rufeng questioned.
"Mom, I heard you."
