"Okay, I'll bring my people and reach you in about two hours."
"No problem, I'm usually in at night."
"See you later."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Jingchun saved the strange number in his contacts with a note that said "A" and then smoothly put his phone into his jeans pocket.
Unfortunately, Mo Jingchun didn't know that the number from which Lieutenant Colonel Zhang Aijun called was randomly generated from a bunch of numbers. Next time, it won't be the same number.
Returning to the apartment, Mo Jingchun gently placed his still-sleeping sister Candy back on the bed, tucked her in, and closed the windows that had been opened for ventilation in the afternoon.
At this point, Mo Jingchun finally placed the teething stick, which had been chewed on all day, into a basin filled with hot water.
After cooking, Mo Jingchun woke the little one up again.
He added a bit of sugar to the Xiaomi porridge, giving it a slightly sweet taste.
