Li Mo's first message was two simple, blunt words—
[Trash.]
Su Wanxin saw it, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. That's truly Aunt Mo...
No one else would dare say it, not even herself.
Su Wanxin continued to read through their conversation. Li Mo's sarcastic remarks came to a halt after one reply from Fu Shihan. She looked at the extremely cheeky word [ying], and helplessly tossed the phone aside.
"I suspect Aunt Mo doesn't want to scold you now; she wants to hit you."
"I'm too much of a hassle, better not."
Fu Shihan set the phone aside, pulled her closer, and ended the conversation to sleep.
Su Wanxin got up in the morning to help him pack his luggage. After breakfast, they left the house together, driving towards the airport.
The Imperial Capital airport is never short of reporters, so when Fu Shihan asked Su Wanxin to accompany him into the departure lounge, she knew he was up to something.
