Suddenly, Mo Xiao's phone rang.
He took out his phone, saw the caller ID, his eyes slightly dimmed, and then he walked outside to answer the call.
Breezes wafted by, carrying the scent of flowers.
In the corridor, Mo Xiao leaned against a column, gazing at the Flower Sea not far away, with furrowed brows, "I understand, is there anything else?"
On the other line, An Zhonghui was silent for a moment, then said, "Please apologize to Jian Wei for me."
Mo Xiao's gaze faltered slightly, and he gave a faint hum in response.
After the call ended, he stood there for a while before turning around and going back inside.
In the living room, only the two little treasures were left keeping Jian Wei company.
"Is there an urgent matter?" she asked.
Mo Xiao shook his head and sat down beside her, "Where are Qingqing and the rest?"
Jian Wei, "A few people are playing Mahjong upstairs."
Mo Xiao gave a sound of acknowledgment, seeming somewhat distracted.
