Ji Wei saw Mo Qian hang up the phone and then stand there, unmoving, his hand gripping the phone tightly as if unwilling to let go.
She sensed that something bad must have happened, so she walked over and asked softly, "Was it Mr. Ye who called? Have they escaped danger?"
"Mm." Mo Qian only responded with a single, faint word.
Ji Wei suddenly didn't know how to continue the conversation.
This detached version of Mo Qian made her feel at a loss.
After a moment, she mustered the courage to reach out, wanting to embrace him, but the man extended his hand and pushed her away.
Ji Wei stared at her hand hanging awkwardly in mid-air, lost for a moment, then turned her head to see Mo Qian indifferently walking toward the bathroom.
"Mo Qian…" she called out, her voice hoarse and strained.
"It's late. Wash up and get some sleep." After saying that, Mo Qian shut the bathroom door behind him.
