After mu Yuan ran twenty laps, he ran to a small corner of the Oasis to call Xie jinghuan.
Xie jinghuan was very annoyed.
"You've already called six times this month. "
Plastic Brotherhood, right there. Six calls were too many. There was really no love. Mu Yuan pouted and ignored the matter of him sending ten text messages a day to harass Xie jinghuan. He was still asking the same thing.
"Last time, last time. I won't fight this month." Mu Yuan acted obedient.
Xie jinghuan said,"today is the last day of the month."
"Oh, that's not important, not important. Let me ask you, I met the person I like again."