"Hello? What's up, Dad?"

Wen Yiquan on the other end of the phone coughed twice and got straight to the point, saying, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is in a couple of days. Let's go home and have a meal together, and bring Xiaolian along."

Still feeling uneasy, he repeated, "Remember to bring Xiaolian along too, so she can have a meal with us."

"I know that without you telling me." Wen Mo rolled her eyes. She could remember this kind of thing after hearing it only once. "Is there anything else? If not, I'm going to sleep."

"That's all. Remember to tell Xiaolian."

At this moment, Xia Lian leaned forward and whispered, "Did Uncle call?"

Although the sound was soft, Wen Yiquan still heard it.

"Weren't you about to go to sleep? How come I can still hear Xiaolian's voice?"

After that, both of them fell silent.

...

Wen Mo forced a smile, secretly putting his index finger to his lips. "Oh, she couldn't do a math problem, so she came to my room to ask me. This whole thing caused quite a stir, haha..."

Ignoring his son's awkward laughter, Wen Yiquan frowned suspiciously, but said nothing.

"After asking the questions, tell Xiaolian to go home and go to sleep early, and not stay up too late."

Before Wen Mo could reply, a busy signal came from the other end of the phone.

It's over.

Wen Mo's palms were sweaty, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "It feels like I almost got caught doing something wrong."

"Do...bad things...?" Xia Lian tilted her head blankly, seemingly a little confused.

"It's okay, as long as we don't get caught."

Wen Mo patted her head to comfort her, but the more he listened to the lines, the stranger they sounded.

Hmm... I was the bad guy.