C1180 An Extroverted Story It Would be Called Small Vinegar Altar in the Future

After accompanying the two silly kids to sleep, Qin Yinze got up. He quietly walked out of the door. After thinking for a while, he decided to call home to tell them he was safe.

He called his mother's number. As soon as the number was connected, the person on the other side answered. His mother's gentle voice came from the phone, "Is it Ze?"

"Mom, it's me!" Qin Yinze nodded