"Ye Ning, I want..."
"Phone, there's your phone." Ye Ning said hurriedly. He wanted to beat someone, but he didn't want to be beaten.
"I'll let you go this time." he picked up the cell phone next to him. Although it was a strange number, he still answered. "Hello."
"Is it a sword?" said the woman.
"Shan... Shan..." any sword is incredible. It's been three years. After three years, I finally heard the familiar voice.
Ye Ning was even more surprised. Her hair stood up. Zhang Shan, you are too trustworthy. I don't know how to face it. No, I have to hide my washing powder, detergent, shower gel and shampoo.