C1292 It's Not a Misunderstanding This Time

"My cell phone!" Xiao Qing hurriedly pushed him away and climbed down from the bed. "The butler brought it back for me this morning!"

On the screen was an unfamiliar number, it looked a little familiar.

"Hello?" She frowned and pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Qing, it's Xiao Jing!" The call was from Qiao Sannyu's makeup artist. The moment the call connected, Xiao Jing's fiery voice came over