Wen Ran's eyes softened with a touch of warmth. She felt that even if she reached her seventies or eighties, hearing such words from him would still fill her heart with sweetness and happiness.
"Ranran, it's been cold these days. Don't go outside too much, keep warm, and don't catch a cold…"
Listening to Mo Xiuchen's considerate and concerned words, Wen Ran obediently replied, "Okay, I know."
On the side, Bai Yiyi watched her with a smile. This was the second time she had seen her talking on the phone with Mo Xiuchen. The tranquility and tenderness in Wen Ran's eyes made everyone around her feel her happiness and be moved by it.
"Mo Xiuchen, I'm almost home. You go on with your work; I'll call you tonight."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for your call tonight."
After hanging up the phone and seeing Bai Yiyi smiling at her, Wen Ran's eyes twinkled, and she smiled, saying, "Mo Xiuchen always treats me like a child, he never feels completely reassured about me."
