The phone rang a few times, then someone picked up.
"Hello, who is this?" The familiar languid voice came through the phone.
"It's your dad!" Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Mochen couldn't help but smile happily.
"My dad has been dead for over a decade, are you calling from hell?"
"Why couldn't it be from heaven, you unfilial daughter!"
Yin Caiyu burst into laughter, her tone teasing, "What do you need this late, missing me already?"
Shen Mochen snorted, "Cut it out, of course I miss you! I miss wanting to beat you up so bad, just wait till you get back!"
Yin Caiyu sneered, "Seems I didn't beat you enough at the hot spring?"
Shen Mochen, remembering the leverage she had held, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "Go to hell, did you even win? You fought dirty last time!"
"You think tickling me was fighting fair?"
