Gu Kai couldn't help but frown.
Of course, he understood what Mo Xiuchen meant by "concern" in his words.
He thought angrily to himself, this schadenfreude guy better not fall into my hands one day.
In the living room, Wen Ran was answering a call. At the foyer, Mo Xiuchen and Gu Kai could hear her voice: "Xiaocha, the fact that you're asking me means you still want to take care of Zhang Minghui. Do what your heart tells you. If you need any help, you can let me know..."
Seeing them come in, Wen Ran ended the call.
"Brother, what happened to your mouth?" It wasn't that Wen Ran was particularly sharp-eyed, but Gu Kai's injured lip was so obvious that it was noticeable to anyone who wasn't severely shortsighted.
Hearing her question, Mo Xiuchen immediately burst into a laugh.
He strode over to Wen Ran and said meaningfully, "Ranran, Ah Kai is overheated, so his lip is cracked. Where are the little ones?"
