It was already close to eight o'clock at night, the sky outside completely dark, while a desolate wind and cold rain created a stark contrast against the warm and brightly lit living room.
In the open-plan dining area, Aunt Zhou brought out the dishes, one after another.
Mo Weiyi had just sat down at the dining table when her phone rang.
She glanced at the screen and answered the call, "Dad."
The call was from Mo Yaoxiong, "Weiyi, have you gotten home yet?"
"I have, I'm about to have dinner."
Mo Yaoxiong said, "Today's a bit late, and it's also raining; you and Yebai come over tomorrow instead. Grandpa hasn't woken up yet and the doctor said it's not suitable for visitors."
Mo Weiyi furrowed her brows, suddenly sensing something amiss, "Dad, hasn't Xiao Yebai contacted you?"
"No, his phone has been unreachable, I thought he'd gone back to rest," Mo Yaoxiong paused, "So, he isn't with you?"
Mo Weiyi could only say no.
