"Dad knows Anran is in the midst of pregnancy now, particularly emotional, and hearing this news, he felt very upset. Tonight, he ate less than half a bowl of rice," Bo Jinyu said with a smile, all the while paying close attention to Mo Haihong's reaction.
"Well... Jinyu, you need to take good care of Anran. If she's in a bad mood, comfort her. I'll... I'll try to come back as soon as possible, okay?"
"Alright." Bo Jinyu furrowed his brows slightly, thought for a moment, and gently said, "Don't worry, Dad. I've already comforted her. She just figured things out and said since it's rare for you to return, you'll definitely stay for a while. We're waiting for you to come back."
"Okay, okay, Jinyu, you take good care of Anran," Mo Haihong repeated again.
Bo Jinyu responded, then ended the call.
His brows furrowed tightly.
An looked at the Second Master, "Second Master, what's wrong?"
"I'm afraid something's happened," Bo Jinyu said.
