"When will you come back?" Qiaoqiao felt a little disappointed, every time she faced parting, she felt particularly upset.
"I will be back the day after tomorrow." Yun Mo raised his hands, and placed them on her cheeks, gently lifting her face "Don't worry, the flight won't be like last time, there won't be any accidents. Depending on the situation, I might be able to return by tomorrow night."
"Okay." Qiaoqiao reluctantly pouted, just about to tell him that she would wait at home for him and let him go with ease.
But then the phone suddenly rang.
Yun Mo let go of her cheeks and helped her take the cellphone from her pocket.
"So early, it's Jiajia." He handed her the phone, she frowned, "So early, wouldn't it be time for delivery?"
The ringtone from the mobile phone seemed more hurried than usual.
Qiaoqiao felt a bit flustered and quickly answered the call.
Over there, there really was a nervous voice that was too agitated to speak clearly.
However, it was not Ye Jiajia's.
