Just like that, two days passed and Nangong Mo was blissfully happy, showing no signs of leaving.
Xia Yuxun couldn't be bothered to deal with him, just as Leng Sichen had said; after all, she had neither wealth nor beauty to be coveted by anyone.
Besides, keeping a top-notch "little receiver" was far superior to any common pet.
This kind of privilege wasn't available every day. Once her dad returned from his vacation, he wouldn't be able to stay even if he wanted to.
That day, while Xia Yuxun was directing Nangong Mo, who was standing on a stool, to fix the broken light bulb, her phone suddenly rang in her pocket.
"Hello, Annie, what's up?"
As soon as she answered the call, she heard Annie repeating non-stop, "Xiaoxia, I'm going crazy! I'm going crazy! I'm going crazy!"
"Oh! Well, then you've dialed the wrong number; you should be calling the psychiatric hospital," Xia Yuxun said seriously.
