When Huo Xuan saw that Xu Huan had called so many times, he pinched the space between his eyebrows with a headache. He couldn't be bothered to get up and wash up. He raised his hand and dialed his number.
The phone was picked up by Xu Huan after two rings. Almost in the first second of the call, the man's exasperated voice came from the receiver. "Brother Huo, save me. I can't stand it anymore. This sister of Little Bamboo's is simply a little ancestor that can't be served. Hurry up and pick her up. If she stays any longer, my house will be torn down by her!"
Upon hearing this, Huo Xuan looked up at Mo Zhu in amusement and continued indifferently, "Xiao Zhu and I have something important to do in these few days. Why don't you persist for two more days?"
