Inside the car.
Mo Chen was driving her home when suddenly his phone rang.
The man glanced at Qiao Ruoxin in the passenger seat, "Little Ghost, help me answer that."
Qiao Ruoxin's fingertip gently touched the answer button on the car's screen.
"Mom, what's up?"
Mrs. Mo?
Thinking of Mrs. Mo made Qiao Ruoxin's face turn a shade uglier. She had unilaterally canceled that year's agreement; Mrs. Mo must be furious, right?
"Mo Chen, come home for dinner tonight. Your grandparents have returned from their world tour, and they want to see you."
"Okay, I got it."
Beep... Beep...
The call was disconnected.
Qiao Ruoxin looked toward the handsome face of the man, the corners of his mouth were clearly turned upwards.
Then, at the next intersection, the man turned the car around, heading in the direction of the Mo Family Estate.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she felt a bit embarrassed, "Mo Chen Brother..."
"Hmm?" The man was driving, his eyes on the road.
