Wen Ran saw him come out and immediately added another sentence, "Qing Feng, Mo Xiuchen is out, wait a moment."
Mo Xiuchen walked to the bedside, took the mobile phone from Wen Ran's hand, and greeted with a faint "hello."
It was unclear what Qing Feng had told him, but his brows furrowed slightly, his expression turned cold, and the voice that spilled from his thin lips also carried a hint of melancholy, "Come back. I will arrange for someone else to keep watch."
A trace of confusion appeared on Wen Ran's face as she silently watched Mo Xiuchen.
Mo Xiuchen gave her a slight smile, handed her the towel he had used to dry his hair, and Wen Ran took it, got out of bed, and went to hang the towel.
After hanging the towel and returning, Mo Xiuchen had already hung up the phone, was sitting on the bed, and gestured for her to come over. Wen Ran smiled, climbed onto the bed, and snuggled into his arms voluntarily.
