Deep in the night of the following day, Jing Yichen received another call from Jing Yiran.
Shangguan Ning was not sleeping this time. She was feeding Jing Rui who had woken up because of hunger.
When she saw Jing Yiran's name appearing on Jing Yichen's phone screen, she laughed.
"Seems like he contacts you very frequently these days!"
She sounded suggestive as if there were something going on between the brothers. Jing Yichen shook his head helplessly.
"We are not really on good terms with each other. He might have something important, otherwise he would not come to me."
Jing Yichen kissed Shangguan Ning on the cheek, picked up his coat and walked out after briefly telling her that he would be back soon.
Forty minutes later, four different styled men were seated in the ordinary-looking car.
One of them was drowsy, with unkempt hair, and even his clothes were creased. Apparently, he had been dragged out of bed.
