Chu Yao didn't ask where they were going; it didn't matter. She had already called Mo Tingshen to prepare a public relations plan.
Soon, he called back, said a few sweet words to Chu Yao, and then handed the phone to Nan Jiaojiao.
The man's deep, sexy voice was unhurried, "Jiaojiao, tell your brother what kind of PR effect you want to achieve. It's no problem to completely clear your name, but without any evidence, it's more complicated. Do you have any evidence you can provide to your brother?"
Nan Jiaojiao called out crisply, "Brother Mo." When asking for a favor, her demeanor was quite proper, "Yes, I'll send it to you."
Mo Tingshen chuckled, "Good, calm your nerves. With Xiao Yao accompanying you, you have plenty of support, don't be afraid. I'll cook dinner tonight, come downstairs to eat."
"Alright."
Nan Jiaojiao handed the phone back, thinking the couple still had more to say, but Chu Yao hung up directly.
