Before he could finish his sentence, the phone had already been hung up. At this moment, the Sun Qiang didn't need to mention how angry he was.
"Good, very good, loathsome girl, you' re dead." Staring at the phone screen, Sun Qiang said through gritted teeth.
The night wind was so casual that it messed up Sun Ting hair, but it didn't make her upset.
She was smoking one cigarette after another. Even though she was dizzy, she had no intention of stopping.
It had been so long, so why didn't Ye Yanlin call him? Did he forget about him? If he hadn't forgotten, why did n' t he have a phone call?
Thinking about it, Sun Ting reached out to touch his pocket, but he couldn't find his phone.
Her phone... She must have fallen into the private room. What about Ye Yanlin? Haven't they returned to
