115 The Seventieth Birthday

The meal felt tasteless to them.

The atmosphere was rather awkward. After the meal, Xia Ling hastily bade him farewell.

She only felt at ease after she returned back home. As she looked at the pieces of property certificate scattered all over the floor underneath the sofa, she started to become lost in thought again. What sort of messy life was this? Pei Ziheng was getting close to finding her, and even Li Lei…

Since when did her life turn into a chaotic mess?

The phone started to ring.

Xia Ling reached out to answer it. "Hello?"

"Is this Xiao Ling?" The voice on the phone sounded like a middle-aged man's.

Startled, Xiao Ling took a few seconds to realize who the caller was. It was Father Ye, her father in this lifetime. Although they had not kept in contact for a long time, Xia Ling asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"