C918 It Sounds Good

Gu Tingshen put the phone aside and started working.

It was already seven o'clock in the afternoon, but Gu Tingshen was still working.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The phone suddenly rang again. Gu Tingshen raised his handsome eyebrows. Tsk, did he think Huo Niannian could hold it in for so long? She could not hold it in so quickly?

Just as he was about to pick up the phone