"Auntie looks so cute when she's all silly." Little Mo Yao's soft, glutinous voice suddenly rang out.
Mo Siluo's eyebrows raised, Cute, huh? It did seem quite cute.
It wasn't until she got into the car with Zhou Tiantian that Wen Wan suddenly remembered she had forgotten to mention the suit jacket, so she thought for a moment and sent the man a text, "I forgot to say earlier, I've taken your jacket to the dry cleaners. I'll send you the address and mail it to you."
Just ten seconds after the message was sent, the phone rang.
Wen Wan saw that it was Mo Siluo calling, took a deep breath, and answered, "Hello?"
"Just keep the clothes there for now, I'll come by and pick them up," the man's low, enchanting voice came through.
"Oh, okay," Wen Wan responded obediently, realizing that besides agreeing, she really had no other choice.
