An Yan returned to the hotel, took off the human skin mask and quickly showered.
After coming out, she dried her hair and leaned against the headboard to make a video call.
After two rings, the call connected.
Fu Mu'an's handsome face appeared on the screen, "Mom, good evening."
This earnest greeting made An Yan burst into laughter, "Good evening, Anan, did you miss Mom?"
"A little, quite a bit, a lot, particularly, enormously, supremely— which one do you think it is?"
An Yan pretended to ponder deeply, "Let's go with the last one."
Fu Mu'an sighed, "You always guess right, do you have to be so smart?"
An Yan laughed, "Anan, you've become humorous."
The kid, Fu Mu'an, furrowed his brows, "Wasn't I humorous before?"
"You were humorous before, now even more so." An Yan asked, "Where's Yanyan?"
Fu Mu'an turned the camera to show Fu Jinyan lying on the bed, "Yanyan is particularly gloomy today."
"Why is that?"