Just when everyone was uncertain, they now saw Shaoyang wrapped in tenderness, "Who is Shaoyang calling?"
"Miao'er." His voice had softened a lot.
"Motin, are you still at the group? Shaoyang said you're not feeling well, and I know you have been tired lately. You should come home. I've made your and Yaoyao's favorite hairtail dumplings. Take a good rest for a few days."
"Mmm." Gong Motin didn't refuse, responding to Lin Miao'er on the phone.
Her voice was soft and very comforting to listen to, and even though the reason for his anger was because of her, she was his weakness.
"Wait for me downstairs at the Group's building; I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Gong Motin clutched his phone a bit tighter, "You're coming?"
"Yaoyao and I will go together. Shaoyang said you looked very tired; I'm not at ease with you driving back alone. Just wait for me at the Group's entrance."