Madam Jiang didn't like Yang Fen.
But when she thought about how Yang Fen had traveled all the way to the Northwest for her son, deep down, Madam Jiang felt a bit soft-hearted.
As a mother, isn't it only natural to hope that others will treat your child well?
So she softened her tone and asked, "Xiao Yang, is there something you need from Auntie?"
Yang Fen bit her lip. "I wanted to ask if Brother Zhixun has called home recently?"
"He called. I even told him to look out for you more. After all, we're all from the same compound. When we're away from home, we should help each other out."
Yang Fen's eyes brightened.
She was overjoyed and flustered.
Holding the receiver with both hands, she looked excited. "Auntie, thank you."
Madam Jiang laughed and said, "We're all familiar with each other, no need to be so formal."
She took the initiative to ask Yang Fen, "Are you trying to get in touch with Zhixun?"
Yang Fen couldn't admit that Jiang Zhixun was avoiding her.
