On the other end of the phone, Mo Jingteng's good mood couldn't be maintained any longer. His tone became old and desolate, and as he listened to such a low stance, Mo Xiuchen's face darkened.
"Alright, stop talking, Ranran and I will call you back when we have time,"
Mo Xiuchen interrupted Mo Jingteng, his tone cold.
In the end, he couldn't completely ignore him. Despite once hating him, even considering revenge, making him regret, causing him so much pain, he could repent…
But he wasn't cold and ruthless enough in the end.
"Alright"
Mo Jingteng's voice regained a hint of joy. He wondered if he really missed them or if it was all just an act, but in any case, there was a hint of an elderly man missing his son.
"Did the old man ask you and Ranran to come home or just invite you to dinner?"
Gu Kai looked at Mo Xiuchen calmly. Even though he couldn't hear what Mo Jingteng had said, he could guess from his response.
Mo Xiuchen put his phone away, humming indifferently.
