"I know."
Mo Xiuchen's eyes chilled, and a trace of melancholy seeped through his voice as it passed his thin lips.
No one would be allowed to hurt his Ranran, not even Mo Jingteng.
After a few seconds of silence, Mo Xiuchen asked again, "Did he go back to the hospital or home?"
"He went home. He asked me to call you and find out if you're planning to come back tonight." Mo Jingteng was still waiting for him in the living room downstairs. He had thought the old man had already called him.
"Understood."
A sneer curled the corner of Mo Xiuchen's mouth, and specks of coldness began to condense in his pond-like eyes.
After finishing the call with Mo Zixuan, Mo Xiuchen didn't leave the study immediately. If he guessed correctly, Mo Jingteng would call him soon, and he didn't want to disturb Ranran's sleep.
His gaze swept over the computer on the desk. Without moving towards it, Mo Xiuchen settled down on the sofa.
