Huo Jingting scoffed coldly, "Even if I agree, Chengcheng may not want to go with you."
"I know." Mo Feng had anticipated this, "So, if he doesn't want to leave with me, then I'll trouble you to continue taking care of him. No matter when he wants to return to my side, I'll be waiting for him."
His tone was heavy and serious; it had been so long since he had spoken to someone with such an attitude.
What Huo Jingting mentioned was the most important point.
It's estimated that there's more than an eighty or ninety percent chance Chengcheng would not agree, after all, to him, Mo Feng was just a stranger he had met a few times.
Mo Feng took out a children's phone from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table, then pushed it over to Huo Jingting. Its cartoonish appearance was somewhat out of place with him.
"I bought this for Chengcheng. It has my number, so if he wants to leave with me, he can call me."
