C323 Open Room

Zhang Haorann dialed Faang Xinyue's number from the taxi parked by the entrance.

The Tianwu City's sky had already darkened, the lanterns were bright, and there was an unending stream of cars and horses.

Faang Xinyue did not pick up the phone. Zhang Haorann remembered that Faang Xinyue's phone was out of battery.

"I really want to punch her." Zhang Haorann almost dropped his phone