Mo Xiuchen had just walked out of the hospital when his phone rang.
Seeing the name "Ranran" displayed on the caller ID, the coldness between his brows was quickly replaced with warmth. He secretly calmed his emotions before answering the call, "Ranran, have you eaten?"
"I've already eaten, Xiuchen, have you not eaten?"
Wen Ran, who had been in love for decades, could tell from Mo Xiuchen's words that he hadn't eaten.
"Ye Zhan woke up. I went to the hospital to see him and just came out, planning to go home for dinner."
"Did you talk to him about anything?"
There was a brief silence on the other end. When Wen Ran's voice came again, there was a hint of unease.
Mo Xiuchen explained gently, "He didn't do this; he's the one our daughter sacrificed herself to save. I didn't do anything to him, just went to see him."
"Xiuchen, if there's any news about Momo, you must let me know."
"Yes, don't worry. Since he told us he wouldn't harm Momo, we'll trust him for now."
