Xiao Wenqing was somewhat moved. If anything concerned her, it was Mo Zixuan. Just as she was about to answer, Wu Tianyi suddenly looked over at her from beside her.
She had put it on speaker, and Wu Tianyi had heard everything Mo Zixuan had said.
Seeing his expression, a wave of disappointment washed over Xiao Wenqing. She gently pursed her lips and said soothingly, "Zixuan, if you miss your mom, you can just call me more often. After this period, I'll come back to see you."
"In the end, you still don't want to see me. You and the old man are the same; you don't care about me at all."
Mo Zixuan's voice grew cold, heavy with displeasure.
"Zixuan, it's not like that. The main thing is that the police have been investigating your Uncle Wu and me recently. I don't want to get you involved," Xiao Wenqing hurriedly explained. After a pause, she asked again, "Zixuan, haven't you figured out Wen Ran's background after such a long time?"