C557 I Don't Want to Answer

When Xie Hsing had just picked food for her, Gu Wanguan had felt a weak vibration from the ring. Coincidentally, the chili oil had stimulated her stomach, so she took the opportunity to come to the bathroom. She had barely managed to deceive Xie Hsing, but she did not know. That one move was real.

"Wanguan."

A different sound came from the earpiece