"Call Jingxin and tell him to come home. Just say I'm sick, very serious."
The old man looked at Xie Zhijun with a righteous and commanding expression, his posture impeccably straight, even his neck stiff with formality.
"..."
"Alright."
After a moment of hesitation and carefully weighing the consequences and pros and cons, Xie Zhijun finally nodded slightly at Shen Muqing as a signal.
Receiving her husband's signal, Shen Muqing hurried off to make the call.
Taking advantage of the moment, Xie Jian stood up, went upstairs, and after a while came back down with a photo in hand.
