C309 Secretly Contacting Xin Huan Behind Her Back

"Um..."

Xia Qiaoqiao, who was on the bed, seemed to have been disturbed. Her brows were knitted together in displeasure as she muttered in her small mouth.

Moh Nanchen took his phone and walked out of the room.

This phone number looked familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

Moh Nanchen frowned slightly. His dark eyes looked at Xia Qiaoqiao, who was sleeping on the bed