"Half an hour ago, why did he call you?" Just the mention of Ye Zhan’s name made her heart soften.
Warmth welled up in her heart.
Momo found that after just a few hours apart from Ye Zhan, she already missed him deeply.
Mo Ziye’s voice resonated in the car, deep and gentle, "He said he’s leaving Imperial City for a while and asked me to protect you."
Momo lowered her eyes, feeling a bit of a lump in her throat.
How could that man be so good to her, making her not only feel touched but also sad?
"Nothing else?"
After a while, she gently asked.
A large hand suddenly clasped her shoulder, and Mo Ziye’s handsome and kind brows were reflected in her watery eyes.
He had a charming curve at the corner of his mouth, "What else would he have to say to me? Apart from being worried about you, he has nothing to worry about... Don’t cry, you have a boyfriend now, I won’t lend you a shoulder to cry on."
"Which eye did you see me crying with?"
Momo slapped his hand away. Since childhood, this obnoxious Mo Ziye could never be good for more than three minutes in front of her.
She really didn’t understand where he had so much patience and gentleness for Qingqing.
Perhaps he gave all his gentleness and patience to Qingqing, so in front of her, his sister, he mostly acted like a demon.
Mo Ziye lazily leaned against the chair back, exuding an elegant laziness, "I saw with both eyes. Previously, it was understandable for you to be sad for secretly loving Ye Zhan. Now that you’re both mutually in love, what are you sad about?"
"I’m not sad, you don’t understand."
Momo glared at Mo Ziye in exasperation, prompting his unabashed laughter.
"You’re my sister, I don’t understand, so explain it to me until I do."
"Did Dad mention anything to you?"
Momo asked, changing the subject.
"About what?"
"Dad received a photo. Did he mention it to you?"
"Not yet. When we had lunch at our uncle’s place, we didn’t finish before I went with Qingqing to the hospital for a check-up... After taking Qingqing home, I came to the airport to pick you up."
Mo Ziye explained in detail.
After explaining, he asked Momo, "What kind of photo did Dad receive, wouldn’t it be Ye Zhan and Ji Anyun’s photo?"
Seeing the change in Momo’s expression, he knew he guessed correctly.
"Did Ji Anyun send it to Dad?"
"No."
Momo shook her head.
She briefly explained the situation to Mo Ziye.
Including how she had previously saved a stranger.
Ziye was smart; Momo wanted him to help analyze it.
After listening to her explanation, Ziye drank a glass of water, remained silent for a while.
Then asked again, "Did you receive anything?"
"Yes, this number, please check it for me later. Last night I asked Ziyang to check it, he said he couldn’t find anything."
Momo sent the number to Mo Ziye’s phone.
Mo Ziye proudly raised an eyebrow, "Why trouble a kid with this kind of task?"
"Ziyang isn’t a kid, don’t always put him down."
"He couldn’t find it and didn’t tell me anything, if he isn’t a kid, what is he? Today at noon, Qinghuan and our aunt were also at our uncle’s house for lunch. I heard he was busy with something in the room and refused to e out."
"..."
Momo blinked, not responding.
Mo Ziye laughed and said, "Why don’t we head over to our uncle’s place and see if that boy is too embarrassed to e out because he’s been dealt a blow."
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