C89 This Kind of Woman

Yao Qingyu was worried. What should she do if this went on?

Just as she was anxious, the phone in her bag rang again.

Yao Qingyu reached out her hand, but the man on her shoulder moved his hand even faster.

"Qiao Er?" The man looked at the note on the phone and handed the phone to Mr Black.

Yao Qingyu heard Ann Qin laugh softly. When she looked over