Gu Mingyi looked at the eye caller display, which is Changpingxi.

"Hello?"

"Minor?"

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, just call and ask you how you are?"

Gu Mingyi listened to his deep voice. "Say, what the hell is going on, you're not the kind of person who calls casually and asks questions."

Changpin wishes to stand by the window, with bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

What do you want to ask?

Why are you standing beside Mr. Mojun at his funeral, as a Mohist hostess?

Do you need to ask if you are mentally retarded? It's just that I don't like it.

"It's really nothing. Just ask if you're...