C877 Counterattack

"Ring, ring, ring!"

Su Muying's thoughts were interrupted once again by the phone call.

This time, it was Han Su.

"How is she?"

"I fell asleep now."

Su Muying sighed.

She didn't know how Han Su felt about Nian Shanshan.

"Do you really care about her? I heard from Ann Xianyang about what happened last night. "

There was a hint of reproach in Su Muying's tone