that day, mo nan chong received many calls from his family. song junlin, jiang fu, chen lan, and the others all called.
she had spent a great deal of effort to persuade these people not to rush over one by one.
she was alive and well, and nothing had happened to her.
after that, she was so annoyed that she threw her phone to li jiujue and asked him to help her deal with it.
after all, she had too many relatives. all kinds of uncles and aunties, godparents, and all sorts of people had called her. it was simply driving her crazy.
9th master took his beloved master's phone and was very patient. he answered the calls one by one and convinced them one by one, making everyone feel at ease.
"master chong, don't look at me with such bitter hatred. i'm really fine." lin jue lay on the bed and looked at mo nan chong's beautiful face, which looked gloomy and a little nervous.
