This was the first time that Zhan mo had left during mealtime.
Usually, if there was a call, he would either pick it up in front of ruan Mengmeng or just turn it off.
Such a situation had never happened before.
"Hello, Yingluo."
Coming to the study room on the second floor, Zhan mo picked up the phone.
waah, brother, waah! Zhan Jia 'er's pitiful and aggrieved voice came from the other end of the phone.
Hearing his sister's voice, which he had not heard for a long time, Zhan Mo's frown deepened.
He had never been able to hear Zhan Jia 'er's sobbing voice, and he could not bear to let his sister suffer.
"Jia 'er, what happened? Don't worry, take your time, Yingluo."
Zhan mo didn't have a clear grasp of the internal affairs of the Li garden, so if Zhan Jia 'er didn't contact him, he wouldn't be able to contact her, let alone find out about her situation in the Li family.
