Three days before Qinglan gave birth, she suddenly received a mysterious phone call. Assuming it was from Jin Enxi, she answered, only to hear a raspy, unpleasant voice, "Xiaoqi, have you missed me?"
Qinglan's expression changed as she stared at the phone, her eyes slightly cold, "Allen."
Allen chuckled softly, "I thought you had forgotten about me. I'm pleased to see that you remember. Don't hang up in a hurry, I believe you'll be interested in what I have to say next."
Qinglan paused, unable to deny that Allen had guessed correctly. She had indeed wanted to hang up.
"Xiaoqi, Qin Yan has escaped, and I guess she's probably coming to find you," Allen said.
Qinglan's face grew colder, "Qin Yan is indeed in league with you. She's Mrs. Jin, isn't she?"
"Xiaoqi, I've always said you're smart, and yes, you're right, she is Mrs. Jin," Allen readily gave her the answer, "But you're mistaken on one point, she isn't with me; she's simply the last wife of my father."
