章 307: 306 are all tired of aesthetics

The call to Little Liu was made by Mo Xiuchen.

He had just taken Wen Ran back to the hospital. Bai Xiaoxiao had already woken up. Wen Ran was accompanying Bai Xiaoxiao and told Mo Xiuchen to go home first.

Mo Xiuchen sat in the luxurious driver's seat of the Aston, with one hand holding a cellphone and the other arm leaning on the lowered car window. Between his long middle and index fingers, smoke wafted up.

He looked handsome with a lazy demeanor. Even as he leaned back into the seat, he exuded a sense of elegance and allure.

As Little Liu's voice came through, Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes slightly, parted his lips, and spoke in a low voice, "Little Liu, where are you?"

"I'm at Cheng Jia's home. She wasn't feeling well this afternoon, so I brought her some food."