When Shu Pan received the call from Xiaomeng, she had just finished vomiting, rinsed her mouth, and saw that the caller ID displayed Ye Xiaomeng's name. Without hesitation, she answered.
"Xiaomeng, what's wrong?" Shu Pan asked uncertainly.
"Mmm." On the other end, Ye Xiaomeng replied, her voice sounding faint and devoid of vitality.
"Hey, I'm getting married next Monday. Will you come to the wedding?" Although she was talking about her wedding, Shu Pan couldn't sense any joy in her tone.
"Xiaomeng, do you know about Cheng Yang and his childhood friend?" Shu Pan felt that there was no need to conceal it anymore.
Ye Xiaomeng's complexion changed on the other side of the phone. "Girl, how do you know?"