Mo Shiting furrowed his eyebrows, not responding.
Auntie Guan, observing his reaction and fearful of him refusing, decided to take the initiative: "Let me call Young Madam for you."
Without waiting for Mo Shiting's reply, she immediately walked over to the landline, picked up the receiver and began to dial Gu Li's number.
Mo Shiting silently tightened his lips, and leisurely walked up the stairs.
Watching his tall and stalwart silhouette, Auntie Guan sighed to herself, wondering what discord this young couple was facing.
The call connected quickly, and Gu Li's sweet voice came through the line: "Hello..."
Auntie Guan collected herself and responded with a warm smile: "Young Madam, it's me, Auntie Guan. Young Master just came home, he's asking when you'll return for dinner."
While speaking with Gu Li, she kept an eye on Mo Shiting's movements.
Sure enough, Mo Shiting's steps noticeably faltered, and he moved even slower than before.