Mary Kinson laughedd more widely.

Best friend?

That's ridiculous.

But she is still happy to go: "Well, I am free recently. When will you come out?"

"Then Saturday and Sunday, I'll come to you on holiday."

"Good."

Hung up the phone, Mary Kinson's smile slowly disappeared, replaced by a face of coldness and indifferrence.

The mobile phone screen shows the end of the call, and the above remark name is Lavi Sue.

Her past life paralyzed her for many years, and she even not let go of her child.

It's also time to work out the accounts with her.

Just the thought of children in past lives, Mary Kinson inevitably...