C695 Monitoring Fraud

Du Huan hid in Hsiao Xiangrong's arms and kept looking at the time on her phone. It had been two and a half hours, but the person who sent the memory card did not come. She was a little anxious.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The knocking sound gave Du Huan hope.

"Who is it? You are disturbing our rest. I will tell him to scram."

Hsiao Xiangrong cursed