C675 Bedbug

The one holding Tang Miaomiao's phone was Rong Ling, which Tan Niannian probably didn't expect at all. Of course, she had never seen Rong Ling before.

When she reconnected, she was no longer timid and went straight to the point. "Where's Tang Miaomiao?"

"She's not here right now. What's the matter?"

Tan Niannian raised her eyebrows. "Who are you?"

"It has nothing to do with you …