It was late at night, eleven o'clock.
Mo Xiuchen, who hadn't felt sleepy, asked Wen Ran, "Ranran, why did Shen Yuting call you today?"
Wen Ran frowned slightly and, looking down, toyed with his slender, clean fingers in a soft voice, "Sister Ting called me to come to her house…"
After he heard her words, a hint of coldness gathered in the depths of Mo Xiuchen's eyes, "Ranran, don't take to heart what those people say. I will have Qing Feng thoroughly investigate this matter."
"Mm."
Mo Xiuchen let go of Wen Ran, turned around, took her phone, unlocked it, and Wen Ran looked at him, puzzled, "Mo Xiuchen, what are you doing?"
"I'm blocking Shen Yuting, so she won't bother you anymore."
"…"
Wen Ran opened her mouth but didn't voice her objection.
