C1107 Phone Call

Si Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, laughed coldly. "Young Master Bo, what? Do you really want to fight us?"

Bo Qian sat on the sofa and ignored the hateful gazes of the people around him. He said in a cold tone, "Where is she? Call her. As long as she picks up, I will leave immediately."

Bo Qian's phone rang. It was definitely not just the people outside.

If they really started a fight