"Did you answer the phone?" In the apartment, Xu Huanyang was standing by the window. His handsome face was darkened by the night. The reflection of something unknown fell on his face, flickering brightly and dimly. As he spoke, Pull the curtains up to block the view of people outside the window.
The man on the other side of the phone laughed softly: "Do you have a problem with me?"
Even if it was Xu Huanyang himself, every time he heard this voice - a voice that was no different from his own, he couldn't help but stand on end, as if he was talking to himself: "I... "
He was about to say something when he heard the sound of a child crying on the other end of the phone.
It was a big fuss.
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