But now, the smile that lingered on Mo Xiuchen's lips and the gentleness overflowing between his brows were not feigned, but a genuine feeling of happiness from his heart.
Remembering how he had stepped in to defend Wen Ran, guilt welled up in his heart again. He really was a poor excuse for a father.
If he couldn't provide his son with happiness, how could he brutally prevent another woman from doing so?
Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran had been chatting for nearly ten minutes. They only spoke of serious matters for a few sentences, the rest of their conversation was filled with insignificant words. Yet, even if they were just chit-chatting, he didn't want to hang up that quickly.
The atmosphere in the ward had also greatly relaxed due to the phone call.
Mo Jingteng had been watching Mo Xiuchen the whole time. Seeing him hang up the phone, Mo Jingteng seemed to want to say something, but the door to the ward was inconveniently pushed open at that moment.
