"Pass the phone to your mother."
"Are you Li Shaoling?" Jiayu's eyes overflowed with delight.
"I am." Ji Shaoling's voice was very cold—he was reluctant to speak too much with the boy.
Because a fire of envy had ignited wildly inside him.
A smile spread over the tot's lips. "Okay, please wait for a moment."
The young boy had already noted down that phone number.
Meanwhile, Ji Weixi had left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Who is it, baby?"
"Here." The tot handed him the phone. "He's Li Shaoling."
On the other side of the call, Li Shaoling was taken aback when he heard Ji Weixi called her son 'baby'.
So, it was her son? And not some other man?
The fiery rage he was holding back vaporized immediately.
On the other hand, Ji Weixi's voice was rather cool as she took the call with a little anger herself. "Hello?"
Li Shaoling laughed softly. "Are you angry?"
