C169 Then Hate Me

Mo Fanya had already stopped the car. The winter wind was too cold and too hard. However, the indicator light was constantly turned on, and the word "Rui" was constantly flashing on it. He neither picked up the phone nor pressed down the phone, and Mo Fanya knew that the feeling of having been pressed by Su Rui was not a small number. Every time he heard the long sound becoming a beep