Not a soft persimmon
Hearing his phone ring, Shangguan Shaoheng's expression changed. A dark light flashed in his eyes, and there was extreme danger in his cold gaze.
No one knew what kind of storm was brewing in Shangguan Shaoheng's eyes.
He wished he could crush his phone.
Because to him, when his phone rang and interrupted the atmosphere just now, he had the urge to kill someone.
He still wanted to hug Shui Xuan 'er for a while longer, but his phone kept ringing.
Shangguan Shaoheng was a little annoyed. Why didn't he turn off his personal phone or put it on silent mode?
Shui Xuan 'er looked at Shangguan Shaoheng, who was still holding her and not picking up the phone, and said,""Answer the phone!"
Under Shui Xuan 'er's gaze, Shangguan Shaoheng took a deep breath and picked up his phone. When he saw that it was still Liu qiaolian, he was immediately enraged.
He looked at Liu qiaolian's name on his phone, and his eyes were cold.