Enjoying the process
Translator: 549690339
Hen Ningyue's phone call connected before Yang Yuran could ask in detail, she heard the tragic sobs.
Yang Yuran accompanied the other party in silence until their choking slowly eased.
"Where are you? I'll come find you."
Given Hen Ningyue's level of sadness, it was impossible to make things clear over the phone, so it would be better to provide actual warm company in person.
Hen Ningyue was crying so hard that she couldn't speak a complete sentence, Yang Yuran pieced together what the other party tried to express from their intermittent words.
Hen Ningyue had a fallout with her father and didn't want to go home, she was drowning her sorrows at a bar.
After finding out the specific name of the bar, Yang Yuran mustered her energy, washed her face with cold water, grabbed her car keys, and rushed over.