Mo Shiche took out his phone and glanced at the incoming call display, "I need to take a call, you go to sleep first."
Luo Qiangwei watched his departing figure and guessed who was calling. After all, it was past nine o'clock. She didn't want the situation to be too awkward and reached for the bedside landline, "Liansu, arrange a car, Mr. Muo is leaving."
On the balcony, the man swiped to answer the call, and a soft woman's voice came through, "Huannian, when will you come back?"
"Miaomiao, I'm a bit busy tonight," Mo Shiche said indifferently, "You sleep well. If you're scared, let Bu Wei accompany you, or I'll call him."
"You're not coming back?" Sheng Miao was surprised, then whispered, "Huannian, you haven't taken your medicine today. Dad just brought it to me... Come back, it's okay if it's a bit late, I'll wait for you."
"I'll come back tomorrow morning to take it. You don't need to wait for me. The doctor said you should go to bed early."
"But Huannian..."
