"Well, actually, I don't want to talk to you about business. I have something else to tell you."

Song Weiqing reached out to hold Huo Miao, but before her fingertips touched him, Huo Miao took it back violently. All she could catch was a touch of air.

Huo Miao hung up and looked at Song Weiqing coldly.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Talk about Guman, who sent it to my grandmother?"

Three feet frozen, cold into the heart.

Men's voice is murderous.

The phone call just now was made by Aunt Zhang, who reported the whole story.

Huo Miao's anger was heard by Song Weiqing.

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