"You're not coming back?" Mo Jun asked in shock.
"Of course I'll come back, but not right now."
Mo Jun's mood turned heavy, "Is it because you haven't found Xiaomo?"
"I will find him," Hao Yansen promised.
"Stop searching for now, come back first and we'll think of a way together. Searching like this isn't a solution."
"Anyway, wait for me to come back." With that, Hao Yansen hung up the phone.
"Hello?" Mo Jun was taken aback, feeling even more upset.
"Mom, was it Dad on the phone?" Little Ping'an leaned against her, looking up expectantly and asked.
Mo Jun quickly put on a smile, "Yes, it was him."
"He hasn't found brother?" Little Ping'an furrowed his small brows.
"Not yet, but we will definitely find him."
"Mm!" The little one nodded confidently; he believed his dad would succeed because he was strong.
Mo Jun quickly shared this good news with Mr. Hao. Mr. Hao had already received a call from Hao Yansen and had fallen ill from the excitement.
