Mo Xiuchen walked out of the restaurant and dialled Mo Jingteng's number on his phone.
After a few seconds, Mo Jingteng's voice came through, carrying a touch of authority, sinking heavily into his ears. "Hello, Xiuchen."
"Dad, I'm back."
A hint of hesitation passed through Mo Xiuchen's eyes, and the word "dad" could seem indistinguishable unless one listened closely.
However, when he called out "Dad", there seemed to be a layer of frost in his eyes.
Hearing that he was back, Mo Jingteng was happy and immediately asked, "Xiuchen, did you just land? I will send the driver to pick you up."
"No need to pick me up, Dad. I'll go straight to the office after lunch."
Mo Xiuchen paused slightly before reopening his mouth, his voice carrying a trace of coldness: "I just fired Cheng Jia, Dad, she won't have any relation to me from now on."
"Ah, you fired Cheng Jia? Why, Xiuchen? Did she upset you again?"
