Mo Jiaolan wasn't at the office today; instead, she had gone home.
When Ling Feng drove over, she was already waiting in the living room.
Seeing her dressed in a nightgown with her hair slightly messy, Ling Feng felt a pang of heartache and then stepped forward to hold her hand. "If I'd known you were asleep, I wouldn't have called."
"Don't say that. Are you hungry? Want me to cook something for you?" Mo Jiaolan asked with a smile.
"No need, you should keep resting."
Ling Feng said and pulled her into the bedroom.
Once they lay on the bed, Mo Jiaolan naturally snuggled into his arms and asked, "You came looking for me—there must be something you need to talk about, right?"
"Yeah, but it's not a big deal. I can handle it myself."
Ling Feng replied, then told her about the situation with the Mountain God Temple.
After listening, Mo Jiaolan nodded. "If you can manage on your own, then go ahead. Just call me if there's anything you need."
"Alright."
