Having just seen Xiaoguai off, Wen Wan received a call from Mo Siluo.
On her way to the appointment, Wen Wan was still somewhat anxious, unsure of how to broach the topic of Xiaoxiao's situation. It was private, after all, and if she asked improperly, might she be misunderstood by her idol?
And the reality was...
"Mr. Mo...," Wen Wan had been rehearsing for quite some time.
Mo Siluo was cutting his steak, glanced at the woman, and then continued his actions, "Just call me by my name in the future."
"Ah?" Wen Wan stupidly widened her eyes, "Oh."
"Go on," the man said without even looking up.
"What?" Wen Wan seemed still not to have recovered from the man's previous statement.
"What were you about to say just now?" Mo Siluo paused in his actions, his deep eyes once again looking at the woman as he kindly reminded her.
