Mo Jingshen’s Right Hand Rested on the Door, the Other Around Her Waist...
編集者: Henyee Translations
Los Angeles, USA
"Mr. Mo… This is your cell phone card in China. It will take several days to renew the card in America." A blonde, blue-eyed, middle-aged woman, speaking broken Chinese, walked into the lounge and placed a pale blue card on the table.
A few days ago, as soon as Mo Jingshen got back to Los Angeles and drove out of the airport, he was ambushed by Aquib's brother and those bandits. Although the XI Base people had been prepared and no casualty was caused, the car he took exploded. He left his cell phone in the car, so both his cell phone and the phone card were damaged.
Ji Nuan had helped him register a WeChat account with his domestic phone number. He couldn't get a new phone card in the United States in a few days. By the time he left XI Base and got his phone card back, it was the afternoon of the sixth day after he returned to the United States.