"Ring, ring, ring..."
Fan Shaoming's phone rang. He set down Mingyu and then took out his phone to look. After clearly seeing the caller ID, he furrowed his brow and did not answer the call for a long time.
Mingyu tilted his head, looking at him suspiciously, and curiously asked, "Daddy, who is calling? Why don't you want to answer?"
The question from his son made Fan Shaoming decide; he hung up the call. "It's an irrelevant person."
"But Daddy, you don't like her. Daddy, is it her?" Mingyu thought of his biological mother, assuming it was Yan Ruoting calling, because only her calls would make Daddy reluctant to answer.
Fan Shaoming shook his head, "No, it's not."
Yan Ruoting wouldn't dare to call him casually now.
She had sustained a gunshot wound yet wanted to become his lifesaver. In the end, without even questioning her, she had been rebutted by Mingyu's comments, leaving her and her brother feeling embarrassed to respond.
Clearly, Yan Ruoting's injury wasn't to save him.
