Shi xuanji, master, I was wrong!
Yan Xinyuan suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open.
He saw Shi qinglan holding the phone to her ear, looking at the man with a sweet smile. The smile on her lips was a little deep, and she repeated in a sweet voice, " my good disciple? "
Upon hearing this, Yan Xinyuan instantly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, extinguishing all his enthusiasm!
"Y-y-you ..." His eyes were full of fear and trepidation.
She could not believe that qingyue was really her master, but at the same time, she felt a chill down her spine and an ominous feeling rose in her heart.
The corners of Shi qinglan's eyes twitched. now, you believe me? "
This clear and delicate voice sounded again, lingering in Yan Xinyuan's ears from the receiver. He also saw the red lips of the woman in front of him moving, and the words came out of her throat.
Two voices! She really was ...
"Shi ... Master." Yan Xin Yuan was dumbfounded.