Seeing that it was Wan Xiuhua's phone, Qiao turned it upside down and rang from it.

Joe lay on the sofa, smoking cigarettes one after another... At this time, Joe's mind was in a mess and he could not figure out a clue.

After a while, the phone rang again. Joe picked it up impatiently without looking at it. He answered the phone directly: Wan Xiuhua, would you please stop bothering me? Say something tomorrow!"

"Joe, what's wrong with you?" Wu Yinan's voice came from the phone.

Joe was stunned and threw away his cigarette. "Brother, why is it so late? You don't sleep?"

Qiaozi finished and looked at the...