C185 Zhou Yi an Always Come to Spoil His Good Fortune

Gu Xiyang took out the car that was parked in the hospital's parking lot. Just as he was about to open the door and let An Muran sit in the front passenger seat, his phone suddenly rang again.

"Muran, I'm sorry. I need to take a call." Gu Xiyang shrugged apologetically at An Muran and took out his cell phone from his pocket