C587 I'm Not Right

Hearing this, the two of them broke out in cold sweat and forced themselves to kneel down again.

Soon, Lin Hao's phone rang again, along with Mong Jianshu's phone.

Looking at the unfamiliar number on the screen, Lin Hao's lips curved up. "Guess who will call this time?"

The two of them looked at each other, not daring to say what they were thinking.

"Hello? That one?" Lin Hao asked forcefully