"Call them and tell them we're at the foot of the mountain. Have them pick us up. What do they mean by leaving us down here?" Lin Shichang said with a sullen face.
Even Grandma Lin couldn't necessarily live in Kangshi Mountain, and now they were about to move in. Just the thought of it made both their hearts burn with excitement.
"You're right, I'll call them now," Li Lihua agreed with Lin Shichang's suggestion, and without hesitation, took out her phone to call Lin Mengyao.
The sound of a babbling brook echoed in the villa. Lin Mengyao glanced at the phone, raising an eyebrow in surprise. Earlier today, what Li Lihua said was tantamount to cutting off family ties, but now she was calling. What kind of mischief was this? Lin Mengyao wondered, uncertain.
"Mom, why are you calling me so late? Is something wrong?"
