Tang Jianxiong picked up the glass on the table, sipped the liquor gently, and said lightly, "ah Jie, you can call that boy."

"Oh."

Tang Wenjie nodded, took out his mobile phone and dialed a strange number that had been stored for a long time

"Hello, is that Xiao Yi?"

Xiao Yi presses the call button, and a pleasant voice comes out of the phone immediately.

"well, yes." Xiao Yi replied that it was Ye Yinghong, the monitor.

"Xiao Yi, are you here? You don't need us to pick you up? " At the other end of the phone, ye Yinghong asked enthusiastically. No, I think I should know how...