He went to see who it was, so he kept calling him. If he knew it, he would not have his good fruit to eat.

Zhao Tiezhu thought, pulling out his mobile phone and seeing the caller on it, Zhao Tiezhu flashed a trace of boredom in his eyes, apparently not wanting to answer this person's phone.

Zhao Meng stood aside and calmed down his uneven thoughts, but found that Zhao Tiezhu's cell phone was still buzzing there. He looked at the past with some curiosity.

But I don't want to see Zhao Tiezhu looking at his mobile phone with a bitter and hateful face, just like his mobile phone...