At this time, the sky was not yet dark, but dusk was about to descend. On the snowy white hill, various shaped snow lanterns had already lit up, along with the blooming plum trees. It was warm and romantic, attracting the attention of many young people.
"Wow, am I going to witness a proposal tonight?"
"How fortunate, this is so creative!"
"I see the effort put into this."
Everyone whispered, their faces wearing surprised smiles as if the person being proposed to was themselves. Tristan had thoroughly inspected the place. The fairy lights hanging on the trees were blinking, creating an extremely romantic effect.
He returned to his car, took out his phone, and prepared to call the female lead of the night. At this time, in the brightly lit small house, Monica was sitting at the dining table, making dumplings with Belinda.
"I can eat ten later!" Having made some, she was already a bit hungry and praised, "Belinda's cooking skills are getting better and better, especially this filling, it's getting more and more skilled."
Belinda glanced at her and thought, after going out to eat later, where will you have the stomach to eat dumplings?
"I told you not to make them, you'll have to wash your hands later." Belinda had been waiting for her daughter's phone to ring.
"Why wash hands? We'll wash them after we finish making, two people making is always quicker than one, right?"
At this moment, Monica's phone really rang.
"The call, pick it up quickly!" Belinda whispered, guessing it would be Tristan.
"Who is it?" The girl put down the dumpling skin in her hand, hurriedly turned around to wash her hands, "Who would be calling me?"
Fortunately, the ringing continued...
After she washed and dried her hands and took out her phone to look, it was actually Tristan? Monica was surprised. She glanced at her mother and prepared to turn around and go upstairs.
"Just take it here!" Belinda was anxious, this child really knows how to delay! The phone had been ringing for quite a while!
The girl had no choice but to stop, and in front of her mother, her slender fingers were about to slide over the answer button. Belinda said lightly, "Turn on the speaker."
Monica's chest tightened slightly, was she being monitored?
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