Mo Jingchun really wanted to say, "Uncle, listen to me, actually, I don't want to take Zhou Yaling with me."
But seeing his uncle's expression, Mo Jingchun forced a smile and thought better of it.
Compared to Zhou Yaling, the troublemaker, Mo Jingchun thought it was better not to go against his uncle.
"When are you going?"
"Probably tomorrow or the day after."
"Alright, don't worry about the company."
"I'll tell your aunt to go back first, I'll keep an eye on the company here, and go back home on New Year's Eve."
"Okay, thank you, uncle."
A gust of cold wind blew, and the little one instinctively tugged at the hood of his down jacket and huddled up.
Zhou Yaling saw Mo Jingchun coming out of the monitoring room and couldn't wait to ask about the result.
But seeing the indifferent look on the old man's face, her outstretched foot pulled back.
Mo Jingchun glanced at Zhou Yaling, picked up the little one, and walked towards the car parked not far away.
