Ye Moran.
After six years, this email account received an email from this man again, making her suddenly feel like a lifetime had passed.
Is he safe now? Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have the mind to contact her!
Mu Yiliang clicked on the email.
The content was very short, just a string of numbers. Apparently, this should be a phone number where he could currently be reached.
Mu Yiliang hesitated for a moment and called him using an internet phone.
The phone was quickly answered, and Ye Moran's voice carried a hint of surprise: "Yiliang! Are you safe now?"
"Hmm, I'm fine now, how about you?" she calmly asked.
He panted briefly before saying, "I'm fine too, Yiliang, I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault." Mu Yiliang smiled bitterly. Actually, Ye Moran was dragged into this because of her.
"I know I don't have the right to make such a request now, but..." his voice was hoarse, "Can you come and stay with me? Yiliang, I really miss you."
