"Is it yours?" Mo Beiyan looked at his hand, "Who injured you?"
"It's nothing."
At this moment, the phone rang again, his trusted aide glanced at it, "Eldest Young Master, it's the Eldest Young Madam again."
Young Master Chu squinted his eyes, the strength with which he was holding Chennchenn slightly loosened—she must be going crazy with worry.
"You answer it, tell her we are on the way back, and ask her not to worry."
"Yes."
His aide retreated to answer the phone, Young Master Chu gently extended his hand and passed Chennchenn over, Mo Beiyan reached out to take him—his movements were skillful, clearly accustomed to holding children.
Chennchenn felt a familiar aura, rubbed lightly against Mo Beiyan's arm, the man took off his coat, wrapped it around his shivering little body, and then touched his forehead with the back of his hand.
