Zhang Ye laughed, then said to the youngest sister, “Do you really want to have it?”
“Of course! I want it, even in my dreams.” Cao Mengmeng was a passionate fan of Zhang Yuanqi’s, “Even if you take away a year of my lifespan, I still want it!”
“Stop spouting nonsense.” Grandma lightly nudged her head.
Cao Mengmeng clutched her head and said, “But it’s true; I am Auntie Yuanqi’s hardcore fan!”
Zhang Ye and his Mom, along with their few aunties, were all tickled by Cao Mengmeng’s antics.
Zhang Ye then mysteriously said, “Sure. Wait for me a little, then. I will go to the bathroom.” In the toilet, Zhang Ye flipped through his wallet and took out a piece of paper. Did he have Zhang Yuanqi’s autograph? He really did have it. It was from the other time when Zhang Yuanqi left the note to him before leaving his house. On it was written, “I’ve saved your phone number; the same goes for your unit number. I’ve forgotten yesterday’s incident; I guess you have, too.” in some sort of threatening tone.
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