Seeing that the call was about to connect, Bo Fengyin, pouting angrily, rushed forward and said, "Don't call! I'll tell you!"
Gu Shurong, standing behind Ye Jingzhe, chimed in, "Then hurry and tell us!"
Bo Fengyin said, "Chaoyang said Mom has run into a problem, and we need to go find Mom. You're not allowed to tattle."
Just then, the call connected, and Mo Yinhe's slightly grave voice came through. "Jingzhe?"
"Dad."
Ye Jingzhe's childish voice was cold. "Did you and Mom run into a problem?"
"What makes you say that?" Mo Yinhe asked.
Bo Fengyin and Xi Lei both glared furiously at Ye Jingzhe, afraid he was about to tattle.
Xi Lei had already clenched his small fists, ready to beat Ye Jingzhe to a pulp if he dared to tattle.
Ye Jingzhe said, "Intuition. Is it?"
Mo Yinhe chuckled softly. He wasn't speaking to Ye Jingzhe, but to Si Mingjing beside him. "It's Jingzhe. He's asking if we've run into a problem. This child's intuition is very sharp."
