"You're a very wise man, and you won't disagree." Shao Xiaobing's cold voice came from the telephone.

Summer cold hummed and laughed twice and said, "Shao Zong, you don't know me very well. I'm a man of one word and another."

"Are you really that kind of person?" Shao Xiaobing's voice was even colder: "But I would rather believe that you are a practical person."

"Sorry, Mr. Shao." Summer cold voice with a smile, not a little weakness: "I am a person who does not know the practice, but I always say one thing or two, you really do not know me, ha-ha."

Shao Xiaobing was silent for a moment,...