Leng Hao strode forward and snatched the phone from the female secretary's hands.
The female secretary was shocked. When she saw Leng Hao's murderous gaze, she shrunk her neck and left the room obediently.
Leng Hao looked down at the number on the phone screen. It was a call from the villa.
"Hello..." He picked up the call.
Ye Xiaotao heard his voice. It was a familiar voice. She couldn't help but sob softly. Her stomach wasn't feeling well, so she tightly covered her bulging stomach.
Leng Hao was shocked when she heard her cry. He didn't expect her to call him. She had ignored him for a long time.
His gloomy frown quickly softened. But when he remembered her bad attitude last night, he deliberately put on a serious face. "Why are you crying? If you have something to say, say it."
Ye Xiaotao could not hear any warmth in his voice. Her tears fell like pearls on a broken string. She sobbed and said, "Leng Hao, my stomach hurts..."
