Sighing helplessly, she picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was Aunt Die calling. So late, what's the matter?
Yun Ya answered the call, and Ji Die's voice, thick with tears, came through the phone. She was just crying, not speaking.
Yun Ya furrowed her brows and immediately sat up straight: "Aunt Die, what on earth happened?"
Yan Song raised an eyebrow.
"Yun Ya, he knows. He knows everything. What should I do? Boohoo..." Ji Die said incoherently.
Yun Ya raised her hand to rub her forehead, turned to look at Yan Song, got out of bed, and walked onto the balcony, closing the glass door.
Yan Song lay boldly on the bed, watching Yun Ya's slender figure stand on the balcony, and snorted lightly.
Still secrets between us.
"Are you referring to the fake miscarriage incident from two years ago?" Yun Ya asked coldly.
