"You..." Mrs. Qiao reached out her hand regretfully, but it was too late to stop him.
"You... who told you to hang up! How did you get our Yin Yin's phone number? I want to talk to Yin Yin, call her now!"
Even when asking for help from others, these ladies are still used to speaking in a domineering tone.
However, Xinluo refused to let her have her wish and put the phone back into her bag in front of Mrs. Qiao.
"Didn't Mrs. Qiao tell me to hang up just now? Why are you changing your mind now? You said so yourself, so you shouldn't answer the call."
"I... I didn't know this was Yin Yin's phone number!"
Mrs. Qiao was a little furious. If she had known that the person behind the phone call was her long-missing precious daughter, she would never have spoken to Yue Xinluo like that.
Thinking of her daughter, Mrs. Qiao's tone softened immediately. "Ms. Yue, how do you know our Yinyin? And where did you get her phone number? By the way, you seemed to be talking to her in a very intimate manner just now. Are you very familiar with our Yinyin? If you are, please help me persuade her..."
"Mrs. Qiao, you have so many questions that I can't remember them all." Xinluo interrupted her calmly, with a faint smile in her beautiful eyes.
"You..." Mrs. Qiao saw that Xinluo was deliberately making things difficult for her.
She was about to get angry, but thinking of her daughter, she could only suppress her temper, "Okay, then Miss Yue, drink some water first, take a rest and we'll talk later."
Xinluo nodded and picked up the drink on the table without any hesitation.
He took a few sips and rested for a while before looking casually at Mrs. Qiao.
"Yinyin and I are good friends. We met more than five years ago, when I just married Lu Yuchen."
"But it was Tang Xin who married Lu Yuchen more than five years ago..."
Mrs. Qiao paused suddenly when she said this.
She raised her eyes to look at Yue Xinluo in front of her, and then carefully recalled Tang Xinluo's appearance.
The more he looked at her, the more he felt that the woman in front of him, whether it was her eyes, nose, expression or smile, was more natural than Tang Xinluo in his own company.
"You mean... you... you are Tang Xinluo... ?!"
Xinluo nodded without comment.
"Then who is Yue Xinluo?" Mrs. Qiao still had doubts.
"Of course it's me." Xinluo said calmly: "Whether it's Tang Xinluo or Yue Xinluo, it's me. I just returned to my ancestral home and changed my surname, and some people accidentally took advantage of me."
A sharp light flashed in Mrs. Qiao's charming eyes.
It was a pity that she deliberately signed that poor "Tang Xinluo" who was abandoned by her husband back to the company.
Firstly, she hated to see the original wife being bullied by the mistress, and secondly, she knew that Yin Yin and Tang Xinluo had a good relationship.
It turned out that she had good intentions but did bad things, and was fooled by the fake Tang Xinluo!
"But why should I believe that what you said is true? Do I have to believe you if you say that the person behind the phone is Yin Yin? Unless you let Yin Yin talk to me."
Mrs. Qiao was no pushover either. She immediately found an excuse to make Xinluo give in.
Xinluo smiled and took out her cell phone from her bag.
She swiped the screen, opened WeChat, and found Qiao Yinyin's profile picture.
Then, a delicate voice that Mrs. Qiao was very familiar with came from the phone.
"Mom, I'm Yin Yin. Do you miss me? I... I miss you so much. By the way, the person in front of you is Sister Xinluo whom I mentioned to you. She came to talk to you about her brother. Sister Xiaoqing is a good person, mom, just let her be with her brother."
The author has something to say (to be continued)