I, Fan Yu’s Woman (36)
The call was cut off very quickly.
In less than three seconds, her cell phone rang again.
Just as Qiao Yuanfei was about to turn off her cell phone, she realized that the caller ID on the screen was fan Yu.
She hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the call.
"Where are you? I have a meeting in a while, and it took a long time. No one took Xiao Liuliu..."Fan Yu's indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, he seemed to have sensed that something was wrong with her mood before he changed the topic.
"Have you cried?"
"..."Qiao Yuanfei's heart skipped a beat.
She did not expect that fan Yu would be able to tell that she had not said a single word.
She was momentarily at a loss for words and did not know how to reply.
"Where are you now?"Fan Yu's voice did not change, but his tone had become firm.