C906 Why Don't You Pay with Your Flesh

"Mi Xiaoqiao is back." Meng Feifann raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, which was still swollen and painful. He said in a low and hoarse voice.

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment. Chung Bin said honestly, "I know. I have seen her."

"You know?" Meng Feifann knitted his thick black eyebrows. His voice was sharp and deep. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just heard about it too