Ling Momo slowly turned her eyes, and the empty gaze gradually gathered focus. She looked up and gently shook her head at Li Qingshen, then drew the phone from his hand, her voice as calm as still water: "Hello, this is Miss Ling Momo."
"Here's the situation, Miss Ling Momo. While sorting through the belongings of Lu Niange and Jian Chenxi, we found a box, a safe box, with the name Ling Momo written on it. Could you please provide an address so we can send these items to you?"
Ling Momo remained silent for a long, long time, and finally shook her head gently, saying, "No need, just leave them where they are."
When people are alive, those things weren't given to her. Now that they're gone, what's the use of giving them to her?
So, it's better not to.
After hanging up the phone, Ling Momo smiled at Li Qingshen and said, "Let's go home."
