On the way to Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion, Wen Ran made a phone call to Mo Xiuchen.
She told him that Zhang Minghui's parents had found the school, and she suggested they discuss things at Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion.
On the other end, Mo Xiuchen's deep, gentle voice came through, "Ranran, don't worry, I'll be there shortly."
"Okay. Earlier, at the school gate, I was worried they might cause trouble, so I didn't let Xiaocha get out of the car."
The children sat in a row, chatting about their amusing school stories.
Wen Ran turned her eyes to look outside the car window, and the receding buildings. Her soft voice flowed through the phone to Mo Xiuchen's ears.
"Ranran, you did well. A school is not a place for them to cause trouble." Mo Xiuchen's voice carried a hint of gentleness and approval.
