"Maniac, who's on the phone? Why not pick up? "
Zuo Yingjie came over with a bucket of instant noodles. He looked at Qin Feng's mobile phone and smiled.
"Oh, this guy."
Qin Feng directly connected the phone and put it near his ear.
"Maniac, how are you doing recently?"
At the end of the phone, Zhou Hong's familiar voice came, and the tone was exactly the same as when the two were in the past.
"Do you want to die soon?"
Qin Feng's answer is very simple.
This almost chokes Zuo Yingjie, who was eating instant noodles while sitting, looking at his brother, thinking why you are so dope now, either' there is no law ' or' ask others if they want to die early'.
Qin Feng's voice passed over, suddenly... The phone is silent.
Silenced for three or four seconds, the phone finally came with Zhou Hong's voice and laughter.
"dead? Why am I dying? Maniac, you are still so arrogant, so no one defiant. "
