"Just look at you, you must have suffered so much all alone, haven't you? Mommy knows all about it now. My child, your life has been so hard! But don't you worry! From now on, Mommy will love you with all her heart! Your father will too, and so will your little brother! Your brother is very promising! He'll definitely be able to take good care of you in the future!"
Wen Ying, "..."
'What in the world was this? How could she just start talking and claim to be my mom? And what's this about a father and a brother taking care of me? Is this some kind of joke?'
"Little Ying, why aren't you saying anything? I double-checked your number, I didn't dial the wrong one!"
"Don't call me Little Ying." Wen Ying's voice was tinged with coldness.
"Little Ying, Mommy just—"
CLICK!
Wen Ying hung up the phone and promptly added the number to her blocklist.
In the living room of a lavishly decorated house somewhere, the woman whose call had been cut off was quite annoyed.
