C1706 The Love Style of the Frigid Father and the Frigid Mother

She took out her phone and called her husband, Han Changming.

"What is it?" Han Changming's voice was icy cold.

Upon hearing this voice, Lee Xiaorann got angry. "Can't I call you if there's nothing else?"

"Sure."

Han Changming's simple explanation was even colder than Han Shaolin, and he was even more careful with his words.

"Han Changming, you bastard, bastard