I don't know how long it had been, but her mood finally calmed down a bit, and the phone on the countertop suddenly rang.
She took a deep breath and answered it, her voice thick with sniffles as she said, "Hello."
There was no response from the other side, just the sound of restrained breathing.
Mu Yiliang was startled for a moment, suddenly realizing who was calling.
Her heart was once again pierced with pain.
It felt like another century had passed before his indifferent voice finally came through: "If it's inconvenient for you these few days, I can take Xiaoze over first, and bring him back once he's completely recovered."
Mu Yiliang's anger surged from the depths of her heart!
Was he calling her just because of Xiaoze?
"That's not necessary." She refused firmly, "I can take good care of him!"
The man's breathing seemed to grow heavier.
"...Alright." It was a long time before he lowly uttered a word.
Mu Yiliang felt even worse, so much so that she could hardly breathe.
