"Hmm."
Wen Ran listened to Mo Xiuchen's tone and glanced at him with a hint of reproach.
Mo Xiuchen smiled, curving his lips, holding her hand with one hand while dialing Mo Ziye's number with the other.
After a few rings, Mo Ziye's voice came through the phone, "Dad."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm in the car."
"Is Qingqing with you?"
Mo Xiuchen asked with a slight frown, that brat.
He could obviously tell he was on the road.
"Yeah, Qingqing and I are going to S City. Dad, why are you suddenly concerned about me? Is it because mom is ignoring you again?"
Mo Ziye glanced at Qin Qingqing, who was driving, teasing his old man.
"Why are you and Qingqing going to S City? You left this afternoon and you're still on the road. Did you drive there?"
Such a long trip. Is his son foolish or what? Doesn't he know he could fly instead of driving to S City?
"Yes, Dad. I'll call you back once I reach S City."
