London. Baijiafu residence.

Mu Liuyun hung up the phone, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Bai Moqing standing quietly behind him like Zhilan Yushu, with a sad face.

"Table, cousin?" Mu Liuyun was frightened at first. After seeing Bai Moqing's expression clearly, he asked, "Did you hear the phone I just talked about?"

It's bad. His cousin must be very sad to hear his phone call with his sister.

Bai Moqing did not admit or deny it, but sighed softly.

"Cousin, in fact, my sister and her... uuuuuuuuuuu "Mu Liuyun wants to say something to comfort Bai Moqing, but he doesn't know what to say.

"Actually, I...