In the cold-toned room, Mo Yunchen lay on the bed, his handsome features as pale as those of a Heavenly God, with what seemed to be a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Standing to the side, Mo Tang watched Mo Yunchen with a complex expression, yearning to say something, but he knew he could not.
"You have time to call me at work?" Why did she feel that his breath sounded weak, "Have you been very tired recently? You seem to sound exhausted when you talk."
"…Yes, work has been a bit busy!"
After Mo Yunchen spoke, he could not help wanting to cough. Mo Tang took out a handkerchief for Mo Yunchen, who resisted the discomfort and waved at Mo Tang; he was on the phone with her, how could he let her know he was suffering.
"I have to get back to work, I'll hang up now." For the first time, Mo Yunchen hung up the phone first. On the other end, Qin Qin stared at the disconnected phone for a moment, feeling that something was not right.