After Yan Ruomin had returned to her room, she turned around and walked towards her phone. Afterwards, she dialed her mother's number. In one minute, the call was received.
"Minmin."
"Ma, where are you?! I need to talk to you, right now?!"
"Oh, I will come in one hour. Is it something urgent?" Su Mengsi asked as she turned sideways. She was wearing black from head to toe. Her expression was very gentle as if she had shaken away all of her worries.
The woman had come out from the Yan Villa early in the morning. Then, she drove the car by herself and arrived at the furthest cemetery of Ming city.
As Su Mengsi spoke, her voice sounded very gentle. When her sight fell on the bouquet of white flowers on top of a grave, her eyes couldn't help becoming wet.
"I will need to go abroad. Some matters need to be taken care of by myself…" Yan Ruomin replied urgently. She was dying to fly to the same city as Sheng Ruming.