C440 The Night Is Not Home

Until late at night, Jiaojiao was still scratching her hair. Fortunately, she had plenty of hair, so she didn't have to worry about the danger of being bald.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

The caller ID was "Xuan. "

The call connected. It was an unfamiliar voice.

"Hello, the owner of the phone is drinking too much in the bar. We are closing soon. Please pick him up. "

They opened Qin Mo's phone