Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The phone rang for the umpteenth ti. Eventually, Shen Jun still picked it up helplessly. “Mom, what’s the matter?”
“Can’t I call my own son for no reason? You brat!” Zhao Jiao’s voice ca through with a hint of irritation. “I heard your little girlfriend got tangled up in another ss?”
At that mont, Zhao Jiao was in the middle of a WeChat group conversation with mbers of Wen Nian’s fan club, brainstorming ways to salvage her popularity and boost her image. Simultaneously, she was trying to figure out a way to remind her son to pay attention to the Jiang family. She felt a couple more wrinkles forming on her forehead.
Thinking that she was calling to gloat, Shen Jun responded with a touch of annoyance, “The situation has been resolved. No need to worry.”
Zhao Jiao cursed the brat countless tis in her heart. If she hadn’t turned the tide, Wen Nian might have been slandered to death. She, this unfilial son, still didn’t know how to repay kindness.
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