Lin Qianqian could not help putting Tian Feifei on the bed, then took her bag and took out her mobile phone.

"Tian Feifei, who will pick it up?"

"Who?"

Tian Feifei felt that her consciousness had begun to wane and her hands could not help touching her chest.

"Chen Shaojun."

Yang Di is very busy recently, and it's not convenient for her to come over. If she sees her appearance, she will surely scold her to death.

"OK."

Tian Feifei did not find that Lin Qianqian's eyes flashed a trace of vicious poison at the moment.

She called Chen Shaojun, and there she heard that Tian Feifei was not feeling...