The atmosphere was just right.
Anjue was ready to take her home with him.
But the phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune time. Anjue frowned and took out the phone.
Ye Xiaoyu glanced at it. What a long phone number.
That indicated it was definitely an international call.
Anjue's expression turned cold. He said to Ye Xiaoyu first, "Let's go, we're heading back. You walk ahead."
Ye Xiaoyu understood that Anjue wanted to speak privately.
She nodded obediently and took a couple of running steps.
Anjue called from behind, "Slow down, don't run."
Whenever she ran, she'd sweat and then catch a fever or a cold. Her constitution could really be worrisome.
Ye Xiaoyu turned back, stuck out her tongue playfully at Anjue, then settled down and walked slowly.
Anjue finally felt relieved and also walked slowly.
He answered the phone.
"Mother."
Whatever was said on the other end, Anjue's expression remained unchanged.
"Alright, I understand."
