Yu Fei called for a long time before Feng Yi picked up.
"What is it?" Feng Yi's cold voice came from the phone. Yu Fei could feel that Feng Yi was suppressing his anger through the phone. She turned to look at Feng Xiaochen, who was rolling around in her clothes, and whispered, "Xiaochen is with me. Come over quickly."
"I'm already on my way there."
"Ah? You knew, and you're already coming to my place?" Yu Fei was stunned.
"Yes." His voice was so cold that it was almost freezing. Even though they were not facing each other, Yu Fei still felt a chill. "Umm... Let me say this. Xiaochen is still young. He ran away from home because he was afraid that I would never return. When you come, don't get angry at him. He's a very insecure child. He's also timid. Don't scare him."
She was still afraid that Feng Yi would reprimand Xiaochen, so she added, "The child is still sick. What's the matter? Let's wait for him to recover."
