On the cell phone, the voice had a thick accent, as if it were the butler of an English aristocrat, sounding both respectful and a little serious, very convincing.
However.
Liang Haicong, however, let out a cold laugh.
"Miss me? Is it missing me or my heart? Oh!!!"
"Young master, you misunderstood the old master, he ..."
The voice on the other side seemed to want to explain, but quickly changed its tone, "Young Master, since you dialed this number, it means you've already figured it out, when are you coming back, I'll send someone to pick you up right away!"
"Picking me up is fine, I have one condition!"
"Yes, you say!"
"Help me ..."
Liang Haicong was just about to open his mouth when suddenly!
"Ye Wentian, you're actually still alive?!"
Outside the room, came Su Ranfang's sharp
