"Mmhmm."

as soon as the voice fell, Wang Xing's cell phone on the desk rang.

after Qian Jin sent Zhao Heng back, he went directly to pick up Wang Xing's mobile phone and saw the words "Baobao" in the remarks. He smiled sarcastically, "Miss, we don't need to call her. She called."

Butong picked up his eyebrows and said, "please come here."

"OK." Qian Jin winks at the bodyguard, and Wang Xing's mouth is soon covered.

Qian Jin picks up the phone and presses the PA key. There's a voice on the other end of the phone, whining to her bones, "honey, did you divorce that yellow faced woman? Why...