An Rao, who had always had a good sleep quality, had successfully suffered from insomnia this time.
It was late at night. She wanted to call Xia Wanyuan, but thinking of Jun Shiling's face, she decided to forget it.
At that moment, a WeChat call came from the living room.
An Rao's heart skipped a beat. She lifted the blanket and ran out to pick up her phone.
Caller - Xiao
An Rao, who had been looking forward to a call at night, felt very wronged when she saw the caller ID.
Tsk, who wants to answer your call?
An Rao wanted to throw her phone back onto the sofa, but after standing for a while, she finally pressed the answer button.
"What?" An Rao was so angry that she could not even be bothered to maintain the gentle image she usually pretended to have.
"I'm sorry." A man's magnetic voice came from the phone.
