The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before Mo Ting replied in a gentle tone, "Little Yuan, you have to work hard in the Creation Camp. If you need anything, give me a call. If I return early from my business trip, I'll go over to see you."
Mo Ting's reaction was enough to explain the problem; he simply ignored Yueping.
Yueping's face was embarrassed, and she wanted to say a few more words. That day at the police station, Mo Ting had already left a deep impression on her. Now that she finally had the chance, she didn't want to miss it. If she really had no other choice, she would bring up the incident at the police station; she was sure Mo Ting would remember her.
However, before she could get close to the phone, Su Yuan turned off the speaker and put the phone to her ear. "Got it. You've packed too many things for me. I can't use them all. By the way, the festival team has given me new clothes. I'll take a photo for you later."
