For some reason, tonight, he was not in control of his emotions. Previously, even if he was in a bad mood, he could still maintain his calm in the face of a difficult-to-handle development project. However, right now, he was unfathomably annoyed – weary even.
His phone rang.
Mu Yazhe picked up the call and Mu Yichen's babbling voice came through. "Daddy…."
"Hm? What's the matter?"
"Daddy, my heart is in pain again. Yesterday, I had a dream; I dreamed of mommy…."
The sports car abruptly came to a stop.
Rolling down the car window, Mu Yazhe's gloomy face appeared. "Hm? Mommy?"
Mu Wanrou?
