It was surprising how long it took to answer, and Mu Xingfeng's first thought was that An Ran hadn't reached home yet, and she would likely keep her phone in her purse while wearing an evening gown, so she didn't hear it ring.
"I'm home," An Ran sighed, "I just didn't expect it to be your call."
If she had known it was Mu Xingfeng's call, no matter how tired she was, she would have answered immediately.
Mu Xingfeng could sense his wife's low spirits over the phone, feeling a bit heartbroken, "What's wrong, wife? Not in a good mood?"
Sun Wangbei mentioned some things from the banquet, but he only got a general idea.
Upon hearing his wife's voice, it seemed more serious than he imagined.
"It's not really a bad mood, just a bit tired," An Ran thought for a moment before saying, and then shared what had happened at the charity night with Mu Xingfeng.
