Lu Xining had just finished taking a bath and came out when she saw her phone vibrating on the bedside table. Without thinking, she saw it was Ji Muye's call and answered it immediately.
Now all three children were in his hands.
Ji Muye calling so late, could it be that something happened to the children?
Her voice rose to her throat, "Are the children okay?"
Hearing her soft, worried voice, Ji Muye's eyes darkened, and his voice turned hoarse, "The children are fine."
Lu Xining breathed a sigh of relief, and her suddenly tense emotions relaxed.
She turned on speaker mode and continued to dry her damp hair, asking him, "Then why are you calling so late?"
Actually, even Ji Muye didn't know why he suddenly made this call.
Just hearing her voice made him feel settled.
She was like his... stabilizer.
The silence on the other end carried unspeakable implications, transmitted through faint currents. Lu Xining, reacting suddenly, paused in her hair drying.