Mei Mengcheng still didn't know all the twists and turns behind this, but Mei Mengying was always his little sister—speaking ill of her behind her back wasn't exactly good form. So, Fan Tianyu quickly stopped himself and just said, "Just be careful. Remember what I told you."
Mei Mengcheng paused, then asked, "I'm planning to head back this afternoon. When did you tell them to pick me up? Am I supposed to contact them myself, or are they going to reach out to me?"
"I said tomorrow afternoon—I thought you'd be going back in the morning." Fan Tianyu glanced at the time; it was only 1 p.m. now, so heading back early wasn't a bad idea. "You have Auntie's phone number, and for Qiuhe you only have Twitter. Just call Auntie directly."
Mei Mengcheng agreed, but having just gotten back from school, he hadn't eaten lunch yet. There were dumpling soup and Dumplings in the fridge. Mei Mengzhen said, "Brother Mengcheng, I'll go cook some dumpling soup and Dumplings. Eat before you leave."
