C458 Funeral

Lin Sitong did not press any further. Holding Pei Qingheng's hand, she began to wander again.

"Rumble ?"

In the silence, Pei Qingheng's phone suddenly rang.

Lin Sitong raised her head and watched Pei Qingheng pick up the phone. In the beginning, Pei Qingheng's expression was normal, but very quickly, he did not know what was being said on the other side of the phone, but suddenly