Mu Xiaoqihu looked suspiciously at the name "Qinlian" on the screen and thought about it for a second before he answered the phone: "Mr. Qin."

"Seven seven, it's me." Xia Ruxue's voice was thrown from the receiver.

"Like snow?" Mu Xiaoqi was stunned and immediately asked, "How did you call me from Qinlian?" Why can't you keep your cell phone on? Also, I heard you went home? What happened to your father? Oh, by the way, what's wrong with your dad's phone? Where are you now?"

Mu Xiaoqi has been relatively calm, especially after years of experience, has never been so unstable, but now pours out all the problems like...