Mei Mengcheng still didn't know about all the twists and turns behind this, but Mei Mengying was his sister after all. Talking badly about his sister behind her back wasn't such a good thing, so Fan Tianyu shut his mouth in time and just said, "Be careful, just remember what I said."
Mei Mengcheng paused and said, "I plan to go back this afternoon. When did you tell them to pick me up? Should I contact them myself, or will they contact me?"
"I said tomorrow afternoon. I thought you'd go back tomorrow morning." Fan Tianyu glanced at the time—it was only 1 p.m.—so going back earlier was actually fine. "You have Auntie's phone number. For Qiuhe, it's only on Twitter. Just call Auntie directly."
Mei Mengcheng agreed, but he hadn't eaten lunch since coming back from school, though there was dumpling soup and Dumpling in the fridge. Mei Mengzhen said, "Brother Mengcheng, I'll cook some dumpling soup and Dumpling. Let's eat before you leave."
"Alright, I really am a bit hungry."
