Li Mochan reached for the phone and said coldly and ruthlessly, "Figure it out yourself."
With that, he decisively hung up the phone.
"Hey, Li Mochan, you..." Ji Mingqian was just about to shout back when the "beep beep" sound suddenly came from the phone.
That damn Li Mochan.
He glanced at the time; it was still early.
At this hour, he wasn't sure what Asheng was doing.
Taking the room card, he stepped out in his slippers.
Walking to Jiang Yisheng's room, he reached out and knocked on the door.
"Asheng."
Soon after he spoke, someone inside quickly came to open the door.
"You..."
He was about to speak when Jiang Yisheng frowned and winked at him, "Shh."
Feeling puzzled, Ji Mingqian's gaze swept the room and his smile froze.
It's already ten o'clock, why is his dad still here?
"Come in first," Jiang Yisheng invited.
Ji Mingqian entered the room, closing the door behind him.
Facing Jiang Hai, he put away his casual demeanor and politely said, "Uncle."
