C522 522 Not Impressed

He frowned and hugged Xia Xiyu's trembling body tightly, "Little Yu …"

At that moment, Xia Xiyu's cell phone rang, interrupting the painful atmosphere between them.

Xia Xiyu quickly retreated from his embrace and ran to answer the phone.

"Hello? Little Yi? He woke up? "Great, I'll go over now."

The phone call was from Shen Yi