C65 Small White House

Hsiao Hee switched on his phone.

First was a string of missed calls, and then a whole bunch of unread text messages — more than thirty of them.

The corner of Hsiao Hee's mouth twitched. He couldn't help but feel that it was a little funny, "Is there really a need for this emperor to run?"

Then, just as he was about to turn around and rest on the sofa, the phone on the desk rang