C753 Good Bad

Mao Xiaojun picked up his pants and took out his phone from his pocket. It was Zhang Ningning.

What was wrong with this woman?

The sun had really risen from the west. It was already so late, yet she still called me.

However, he quickly answered the phone.

"Little Jun, where did you rascal go? Why did you only answer the phone now?"

Zhang Ningning's angry voice came from the phone.

"Ningning