Right when the phone was pressed close to his ear, a soft girlish voice brushed into his ear canal. "Uncle."
Xiao Nanqing leaned back against the chair, eyes closed, without saying a word.
After about ten seconds, Mu Yan's puzzled voice came again, "Xiao Nanqing?"
Xiao Nanqing frowned and gave a cold snort. "What did you call me?"
"Hehe, Uncle." Mu Yan chuckled.
Xiao Nanqing pressed his thin lips together. "What are you doing not sleeping so late?"
"I was just about to sleep when your call came." Mu Yan said.
Xiao Nanqing opened his eyes, paused for a moment, and said, "You haven't gotten into trouble, have you?"
"Uncle, in your eyes am I just a troublemaker?" Mu Yan said, displeased.
"Aren't you?" Xiao Nanqing retorted.
"Of course I'm not!" Mu Yan muttered.
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Xiao Nanqing's mouth. "Mu Xiaoyan, listen up. If I come back and find out you really caused trouble, just watch how I deal with you!"
