It seemed that she hadn’t noticed that there was a black figure standing next to her suddenly, and her hand shook with fright, and the phone fell to the ground with a snap.
Mo Shichen looked at her cellphone blankly.
Wen Yi looked at him with a frown, then bent down and picked it up by himself, then took out a tissue from the bag and wiped it carefully, then put it in the bag, crushed the used paper and threw it into the trash. In the basket, then stood up, and complained smoothly, “Why are you standing silent like a ghost?”
He hooked his lips, “As for scaring your phone to drop?”
She shrugged, “A place like a hospital is very sick and yin, I’m a little scared.”
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