C567 Isn't That Rude

The phone in the compound where Xueluo and her son lived had a keyboard lock set up by Fenng Xinglang. He could only answer the phone, but he could not call.

It was already one o'clock in the morning. Fenng Xinglang played with the phone in his hand but still did not make a call.

At this time, Xueluo and the child should have fallen asleep. If he called, it would only disturb their good dreams