However, no one answered Chu Wuyou's phone. Feng Miaomiao called a few times, but no one picked up.
Feng Miaomiao was extremely anxious. At this moment, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. She kept stomping her feet and spinning in circles.
On the other side, Chu Wuyou was also anxious. Her phone rang again and again, but she could not pick up because Ye Lanchen did not let her pick up.
"Ye Lanchen, my phone, my phone." Chu Wuyou tried to push the man who was struggling on top of her.
The phone rang a few times. The caller must have something urgent.
However, it was obviously useless. It was completely useless. At this time, Third Young Master Ye probably would not care even if the sky fell, let alone a phone call.
Third Young Master Ye looked at her distracted expression and was clearly a little displeased. He deliberately increased his movements and fiercely exerted force...
