Hearing these words, Meng Wanting felt deeply moved, "It seems that even if I say nothing, you still know..."
"Of course," Nan Zhifeng sneered, "After fighting for so long, how could I not understand him? A dog can't change its habit of eating feces."
After a pause, Nan Zhifeng added with a sense of guilt, "Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken about him like that in front of you."
"You're right," Meng Wanting did not defend Ye Mingyao as she used to, "That's the reality."
"Take good care of yourself and the child in your womb," Nan Zhifeng reminded, "Okay, I have things to do now, I'll contact you when I'm free."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Wanting couldn't help but sigh. After considering, she called her brother Meng Sijue.
Meng Sijue knew something was wrong just from her tone and asked directly, "Did Ye Mingyao ask you to go back to your parents' house for money again?"