The two of them stared at her, expressions stunned—especially Ji Mianmian, whose eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
Panic clenched Yan Qingsi's heart. 'Oh no', she thought internally.
There was no way she was going to finish her meal.
"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop?' Yue Tingfeng asked on the phone.
Yan Qingsi slowly set her chopsticks and her phone down. "Auntie, Mianmian, you're back."
Yue Tingfeng sighed when he heard that. Ji Mianmian knew about this now.
However… It should not affect her too much, right?
Ji Mianmian blinked. She recovered after a few moments. "Sis, you just said… Ye Shaoguang… He–he… He killed–killed someone?" she asked.
Yan Qingsi rubbed her nose. "Hmm… You probably heard wrong. I didn't say that."
"She didn't hear wrong…" Mrs. Yue answered from the side, "I also think… I heard that."
Yan Qingsi buried her face in her palms. Oh, Auntie, why would you…