"The phone is ringing, why don't you answer it, eh~" A low and hoarse voice sounded next to Wen Wanyu's ear, and the other party bit her earlobe harshly.
This bad guy deliberately asked me to take a call from my fiancé at a time like this.
Fu Yuheng: "You scumbag, how many more substitutes for Zhiqiu are you going to find?"
Wen Wanyu: "Guess."
