With this thought in mind, Mo Dong no longer hesitated. He quickly dialed the number…
* * *
On the other side.
In the Paradise Hotel room.
Qiao Nian had just turned off her computer when she pulled out the coder and prepared to stretch her limbs to do a check.
Unexpectedly, an unfamiliar number suddenly flashed on her phone.
Not many people knew her cell phone number in Jing City. Those who knew her number were all acquaintances.
Qiao Nian grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID. Her dark eyes pondered for a moment. In the end, she picked it up casually.
"Hello?"
The girl's voice was unique.
Her slightly hoarse voice sounded casual.
Silence met her on the other end of the call.
Qiao Nian patiently asked him again.
The person on the other end seemed to be flustered. He stammered, "I'm sorry, I called the wrong number."
"Huh?"
The other party hung up before she could figure it out.
