C1879 Pengci

Speak of the devil.

The person who called was Gu Sishi.

Lu Neeheng helplessly curled his lips at Ding Mo.

He pressed the Bluetooth headset and spoke before the other party could speak.

"Wait a moment, I'll buy it for you right away. "

"Big Brother Heng, there's no hurry. . . "

On the other end of the phone, Gu Sishi's smile was suspicious