"Uh... hahaha... yes... you know about it already..." Tianxin laughed awkwardly into the phone, her laughter responding.
"Is Xinming next to you?" Chen Yiran's tone sounded very somber.
"He is..." Tianxin raised her eyes to look at Chen Xinming, whose face was tense and pale, and quietly nodded.
"Give him the phone." Chen Yiran instructed succinctly and clearly.
"Oh..." Tianxin extended her hand, passing the phone she was holding to Chen Xinming's face, saying: "Yiran brother asked me to give you the phone."
"He knows??" Chen Xinming lowered his voice, his face deathly white as he asked Tianxin.
Tianxin looked at him with a sympathetic expression, then shrugged her shoulders.
"Hello... Uncle..." Chen Xinming took the phone, calling out with a very guilty tone.
"..."
