It had only been a day since Jin Xueli last saw Morando, and she never expected they would meet again so soon—in fact, a mere half hour after Anthony had turned into soda.
Why?
After all, it was just as the girl named Qiao Yuyue had said: these days, the only things you absolutely had to get back were your own children and your cell phone.
Jin Xueli had no children. She could only say that without her phone, it truly felt as if she'd lost a piece of her soul.
"Oh, decided to call me yourself this time?" Morando said with a chuckle after the call connected.
'No need to remind me of my own embarrassing moments, whether directly or not. Even without reminders, I can remember every awkward incident for at least a decade—and they always storm into my mind in the middle of the night, driving away all sleep.'
"I can pay you back now. Are you free tonight?"
Morando was silent for a second. "Where?"
