It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Mo Zixuan rang.
Wen Ran had just finished the report in her hand, stretch her back lazily, drunk all the water in her cup, and was about to get up to get some more.
Seeing the incoming call, her eyes narrowed slightly, she put down her thermos, and pressed the answer button, "Hello!"
"Ranran, it's me!"
Mo Zixuan probably knew that she deleted his number after they broke up.
Hence, he identified himself first on the call. Wen Ran pursed her red lips and said nothing.
"Ranran, I heard from my mother that you went to the hospital to see Zhou Lin, and even had soup sent to her."
Mo Zixuan paused slightly, and then his voice came softly.
