"It's okay."
Mo Wenwan smiled faintly, her eyes gleaming as she seriously looked at Lu Xing, who slowly sat down. She haughtily spat out a sentence, "Where were you just now? Why do I seem to hear a child's crying sound?"
Hearing her words, Lu Xing thought to himself: She could hear such a faint sound; it seems the phone's quality is too good. However, he didn't plan to tell Mo Wenwan that he was at the Lu Family's old house just now.
"It's nothing. I was near the mall just now, maybe there was a child crying."
Casually making an excuse, Mo Wenwan didn't pursue the matter, as it was merely an opening to transition into the main topic. She had already planned what to say to Lu Xing, even organizing the words beforehand. If she wasn't worried that he might not accept everything all at once, she wouldn't intend to pass it off with a few sentences but rather speak slowly.
