In the middle of the night, everyone fell into a deep sleep. Chu Qiao was still thinking about Wen Yi'an. He could not sleep over and over. This time, he felt sleepy and his cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Fortunately, it's vibrating.

She unconsciously glanced at Yi Qingchen, who was sleeping soundly. She was relieved and hurried to pick up the phone.

"Who is it?" Just now I glanced at the unfamiliar number, and her voice could not help but follow with vigilance.

On the other end of the phone, there was only a faint breath, and there was no other, inexplicable pallor. This made Chu Qiao think...