Yu Jingchen glanced at An Ning and said to the person on the phone, "I will find the time."
"Good, your grandmother is really anxious, so schedule it as soon as possible," Wen Rufeng urged.
In fact, it wasn't just the Yu family's old lady who was in a hurry; she was just as impatient.
"Understood."
Seeing him hang up the phone, An Ning casually asked, "The person who called, it was a woman, right?"
The voice on the phone was very pleasant, soft, and gentle.
It seemed like it could drip water, really good at modulating tone.
Yu Jingchen saw her smile disappear in an instant, and sensed a probing tone in her words.
"Hmm," Yu Jingchen nodded.
His mom was certainly a woman; no mistake there.
An Ning went from worried to unhappy. "She seems very concerned about you."
"Yes."
His mom really did nag him quite a lot, and was getting more so by the day.
An Ning, more troubled, asked, "Is she your friend?"
"No," Yu Jingchen answered briefly.