Just as Mu Haoye was complaining, he saw Tang Mo get up to make a phone call.
The call connected quickly, and then Mu Haoye once again witnessed Tang Mo's magical face-changing act.
The cool and aloof Tang Mo instantly transformed into the warm and sweet Tang Mo. The Tang Mo who rarely smiled—or at most offered a faint, fleeting one—was now grinning from ear to ear.
The Tang Mo who was a man of few words—who avoided speaking whenever possible and would brush people off with just a word or two—had instantly turned into a chatterbox.
But that was whatever. Mu Haoye had gotten used to it. So what if his personality flipped? The thing Mu Haoye found most unacceptable was how Tang Mo could instantly become smaller!
That's right, smaller!
Over here, Tang Mo was clearly their rock, their patriarch. He was impossibly calm about everything, treating major issues as if they were nothing, and would even comfort them.
