Fell into the drain
Mo chenghuan was currently drinking tea. When he heard his words, the corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile.
"Give me the address, I'll go check." He said in a low voice.
"Alright," he said. Shen zhicai believed her and told her the address.
Mo Cheng hung up the phone and turned it off.
"It's so late, who's calling?" Lin Qinghui was wearing a Facial Mask and couldn't help but ask curiously when she heard him answer the phone.
It must be known that mo Cheng would not pick up his phone even if he was called late at night. Unless it was his assistant, he would not pick up his phone.
"A dog."
"A dog? Whose Lackey?" When Lin Qinghui heard this, she tore off her mask, sat over, and made tea for him before handing it to him.
"Shen zhicai,"
Lin Qinghui's expression didn't look good when she heard the Shen family.