Wen Ran couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Looking at Mo Xiuchen's proud look, she couldn't resist teasing him a bit, "Xiuchen, are you so confident, knowing that Ziyi will definitely make money?"
Mo Xiuchen leaned down slightly, his thin lips kissing Wen Ran's fair cheek, and amidst her playful scolding, he happily said, "Of course, Ziyi is my son, I know him well."
"So you said, within a week he'll come to you again, but tomorrow is the third day already."
Wen Ran laughed while pushing Mo Xiuchen.
Mo Xiuchen responded, "He will find us." Then he cupped her small face...
...
When Luo Haofeng's call came in, it was already ten in the evening.
Bai Xiaoxiao had read a dozen pages of a book and was watching a variety show to pass the time.
When her phone rang, she was nestled in the sofa, holding the remote in her hand.
