From the tone of Zhao Wen's voice on the phone, Qinghe could tell that he was clearly in a good mood, which meant that things must have been going smoothly, "I'll arrive tomorrow morning. How is Mu'er doing?"
Whenever that guy was brought up, Zhao Wen instinctively felt a bit of a headache, but fortunately, he had things to keep him busy now. Though he was a bit difficult to serve, he was at least behaving himself.
After a few more words, they hung up the phone.
Qinghe touched her forehead and a beautiful arc formed at the corners of her mouth, knowing this trip wouldn't be so peaceful; it seemed a tough battle was ahead.
