Jiang Muwan lowered her voice and called out, "Mom."
"Are you done with your work?" It was Song Rong's customary opening line, as if she knew Jiang Muwan was busy, and as if she was aware of her frequent overtime.
"I'm attending someone else's engagement party," Jiang Muwan informed her truthfully.
Song Rong was taken aback on the other end, "Am I interrupting you then?"
"No, it's not an occasion I like anyway, I had no choice but to come, just like you don't like giving speeches," she set down the cup she was holding, leaned against the railing and began to speak leisurely, one hand holding her phone, the other dangling over the railing, displaying a relaxed demeanor.
Song Rong chuckled, "Then it seems my call is quite timely."
Jiang Muwan looked to the left, where she saw the high-rise buildings of Lanjun Residence, and her eyes darkened slightly, "Very timely."
"You------------."
