The phone rang twice before it was connected. A man's deep voice came from the other end. "Su Yuan."
Su Yuan did not know why, but when she heard Mo Ting's voice, she suddenly felt like crying. "Uncle, someone's bullying me. Are you going to do something about it?" She sniffled.
At this time, Mo Ting was in the middle of an extremely important step past memories. However, when Fu Wen handed him the phone, he glanced at the caller ID and immediately ignored the presidents of the various countries and picked up the phone.
"Why are you crying?" Mo Ting's expression darkened. Without explaining anything to the presidents, he closed his laptop.
It would have been fine if he had not asked, but now that he did, Su Yuan could not control her tears. She was not that sad, but she just wanted to cry.
