Sang Qianqian frowned. Sometimes, Wen Xu might not be able to pick up the call in time, but he would almost never hang up on her.
Was he busy, or did something happen?
Just as she was about to call again, Wen Xu sent a message. [Sis, I'm in a meeting.]
Sang Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief. [I'm fine. It's just that the police came to look for me today after the fire last night.]
She told Wen Xu about the general situation. [It's not an accident. Someone poured gasoline in the house and set it on fire. We don't know who it is yet. You should also be more careful during this period of time.]
The other end of the line only replied after a long while, [Okay.]
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"Wen Xu, it's fine if you pretend you didn't hear what I said, but you still dare to play your phone in front of me?"
