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The call was quickly connected, and a gentle female voice answered, "Shiqian."
Mo Shiqian's gaze moved from the steering wheel to the snowflakes on the hood, silent for a few seconds before he spoke softly, "Mom."
Mrs. Mu laughed softly on the phone, "Calling me at this time, do you need something?"
It was around ten in the morning, and normally he would be working in the office.
The young and handsome man had calm eyes, but they were exceptionally deep, like a tunnel without an end, disappearing into the dark, misty fog. He almost never talked to his parents in Licheng about his affairs over the years, calling at intervals just to assure them he was safe and to discuss trivial and unimportant matters.
Then he would transfer money on time, although they barely ever touched the money he gave them.
They didn't ask much either, only reminding him to stay safe and look after his health.