C316 Imprisoned

Mo Tingxi, who was sitting in the car, called Sheng Zhihong.

"She has been ill recently. It's quite serious. She has been resting at home. " Mo Tingxi could feel the powerful aura from his phone. Sheng Zhihong's tone was obviously not confident.

"Sheng Zhihong, you are lying. "

Mo Tingxi knew he was not telling the truth