Song Yunchi's face tightened, and he suddenly stared at Qiao An.
Qiao An's body stiffened, oh no, oh no!
Could it really be Little Nuomi who made the call?
Song Yunchi was right in front of her; it couldn't possibly be him who called.
Qiao An swallowed hard and stretched out her little paw, saying with a fawning smile, "Mr. Mu, could you give me the phone first? Let me take the call before we continue?"
She tried her best to stabilize her emotions, to not let her unease show.
"Want to take it?" the man's thin lips parted slightly, revealing a shallow smile.
"Yeah!"
Qiao An nodded eagerly, like a little chick pecking at grains.
Mu Jingxi pressed the answer button, and Qiao An's beautiful eyes widened in shock, no!
Song Yunchi's expression went blank, damn!
Is there such a trick?!
"Whimper..."
Little Nuomi's soft, glutinous voice rang out.
