The phone kept ringing incessantly, as though it wouldn't give up until she answered.
Ye Jiuliang pressed the answer button, and the man's magnetic voice drilled into her ear, husky, "Little rascal, where are you?"
Knowing full well yet asking knowingly, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't here, Ye Jiuliang rolled her eyes and muttered, "At home."
"You sure?" The cold magnetic tone dropped a few notches.
Ye Jiuliang pouted and said truthfully, "At Uncle's house."
Uncle's house was also home, why was he acting fierce?
Having grasped the gist of the matter from Jiang Yisheng, Li Mochan didn't press for reasons.
It was about time for the Xiang Family to stretch their muscles, lest they ate their fill and caused trouble for his cub.
He squinted his cold eyes, "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"I have," she said.
Li Mochan asked with care in his deep voice, full of concern, "Do you feel uncomfortable after sitting on a plane all day?"
