After hanging up the phone, Mu Xingfeng let out a long sigh, while An Ran tilted her little head, staring at him intently.
Mu Xingfeng glanced sideways, reaching out to touch her soft earlobe, "What's wrong?"
"Why do I feel like Grandpa told you something really important? You look so serious."
Since he picked up the phone, there was no particular expression on Mu Xingfeng's face, only at the end did his mood slightly relax, as if his promotion was not as celebrated by the Mu family as he had imagined.
"Nothing," Mu Xingfeng explained to reassure An Ran, "When a doctor is promoted to a position like this, the state pays very much attention. Grandpa was worried I might have thoughts, so he specifically reminded me."
Mu Xingfeng's voice was deep and mellifluous, calm and unhurried, like a gentle stream, but An Ran could sense different emotions from it.
