young master, your phone is ringing. just as Zhan mo sat down, a hint of disappointment flashed across his cold face. He was about to have his meal alone.
Suddenly, Qi Xiang brought the phone in and handed it over respectfully.
That mobile phone was the one that Zhan mo had specially used to communicate with Zhan Jia 'er. It had an anti-eavesdropping device and would not be monitored by anyone.
Seeing the familiar number on the screen, Zhan mo knew that it was his Jia 'er.
However, the strange thing was that whenever she saw Zhan Jia 'er calling, she would unconsciously feel happy.
Today, it was actually so calm.
Zhan mo waved his hand and asked the others to leave. He picked up the phone. "Hello, Yingluo."
"Brother, thank you. I've received your gift!" Zhan Jia 'er's ethereal and delicate voice could be heard from the other end of the phone.
Her voice was filled with joy. It was obvious that his people had already given the love Gu to Jia 'er.
