Song Tian picked up the phone, and a woman's voice, thick with seductive magnetism, came through, calling out "Little Tian."
Song Tian was startled. "Auntie?"
"Yeah, I'm in the provincial city. Aren't you going to take your auntie out for a meal?"
Song Tian quickly agreed and hurriedly drove to pick her up. His memory of Auntie Meng Xiaoqiu was still of her college days, standing at 170 centimeters, weighing 170 pounds, a cute and chubby girl. It had been more than a decade since he last saw her, and he wondered if he would even recognize her when they met again.
Arriving at the hotel, Song Tian looked around. She said she'd be waiting in the lobby for him.
But even after scanning the crowd, he saw no familiar face. However, a woman in a red dress caught his eye.
The woman appeared to be around thirty, with long, voluptuous curls, a delicate face, clean and fresh, her curves exquisitely outlined by the red dress.