Qiao Xiaon'an did not reply to Ye Jiajia's text message.
Instead, she checked the latest news on Tencent first.
The pictures were shockingly tragic.
The comments were filled with prayers for the deceased and blessings for the survivors, slandering the head of FB Company in vile terms.
Reading them all made her feel anxious.
When she glanced over at the bathroom door, Yun Mo walked out with just a towel wrapped around his lower body.
Unlike his usual gloomy demeanor, he gave her a grin and asked, peering at her phone, "Who are you chatting with?"
"Jiajia."
"Feeling bored at home today?" He sat back down next to her and started drying his hair with a towel.
She shook her head slightly, and he chuckled while ruffling her hair. "If you're bored, go out for a walk with Mom. Buy some stuff. You can go back to work after the 26th, consider it a break."
"Amo..." she choked up suddenly, "How can you still find the heart to comfort me when such a huge catastrophe hit the company?"