CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: PLEASE HELP ME

"Stupid woman, go back to where you came from!" Little Fox looked at Jiang Xue with annoyance, then reached out with its paw, touched one of Jiang Xue’s bracelets, and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing the Little Fox disappear just like that, Jiang Xue was speechless.

Forget it, she’s a dignified human, why bother with a fox?

Jiang Xue thought this way, and the little bit of displeasure in her heart dissipated. She turned around, went into the house, and checked on Little Reunion.

As soon as she entered the house, Little Reunion was wide-eyed, looking all around. However, he wasn’t crying; he was lying there obediently.

Seeing Jiang Xue, he rarely showed a smile.

Seeing her son smile, Jiang Xue’s heart instantly softened. She went up to pick him up and asked, "Little darling, why didn’t you tell mommy you were awake?"

Little Reunion, of course, couldn’t answer Jiang Xue’s question, but he smiled at her again.

Seeing her son smile again, Jiang Xue’s heart was completely melted. She bent down, kissed his forehead, and then carried him out of the room.

Although the weather was a bit chilly, Jiang Xue thought the baby still needed some fresh air.

After leaving the room, Jiang Xue sat in the corridor, where the sun was shining; sunbathing felt quite comfortable. It was just evening, so the sun would set soon, and the wind was starting to blow.

Seeing that it was getting windy, Jiang Xue took the baby back inside and then fed him.

At this time, in Shenzhen. Mu Qiancheng was calling his junior high school classmate. After hanging up the phone earlier, he had checked and found that the letter had indeed been sent. It had reached the county town of his hometown, Gan City post office.

Mu Qiancheng was now calling this classmate, named Song Anping, who was his junior high school classmate, coincidentally working at the post office in their town.

Song Anping was very happy to receive Mu Qiancheng’s call and asked, "Old classmate, what brings you to call me today?"

"Anping, I need your help with something." Mu Qiancheng got straight to the point. This Song Anping was a good person and had always kept in touch with him.

"What’s it about? Just tell me!"

"Anping, here’s the thing. Last month, I wrote a letter to my wife Jiang Xue, but she hasn’t received it. I’d like you to help me check if the letter was sent to our village."

"Sure, no problem, I’ll help you check it when I go to work tomorrow." Song Anping readily agreed, then chatted with Mu Qiancheng for a while before hanging up.

As soon as he hung up, his wife, Cheng Ying, asked, "Whose call was that?"

"Old classmate, Mu Qiancheng."

"The one in the military?"

"Yeah, you know him too." Song Anping was a bit surprised because he had never mentioned Mu Qiancheng to his wife before.

"I heard about him from Cheng Li." Cheng Li and Cheng Ying were from the same village. If you count it, they even had some family ties. When they occasionally met, they could chat.

"By the way, what did Mu Qiancheng want from you?" Cheng Ying curiously asked. She heard that Mu Qiancheng was serving in a far-off place, so she wondered what he needed to call back for.

Song Anping saw his wife asking and then explained the matter Mu Qiancheng had asked him to help with. His wife, Cheng Ying, like him, worked at the post office.

The difference was that he was a mail carrier responsible for delivering mail to the villages, while Cheng Ying worked in the sorting room, handling mail distribution.

"What did you say? Jiang Xue didn’t receive the letter?" Cheng Ying stared at Song Anping and asked. She was the one who distributed the letters. Although some time had passed, she still remembered Jiang Xue’s letter.

After all, the letter was sent from the military, and they paid special attention to those.