“Who is it?” Ava said suspiciously, reaching out to pick up the phone, sliding his finger on the screen, and answering, “Hey, this is Ava, who is it?”
Mason’s body slowly leaned towards the back of the chair, her dark eyes looked lazily at Ava, and she saw that her eyebrows were frowned, and she soon stretched out again, with a smile on her face, “Ah, yes. Ping Ting.”
Ning Pingting?
Mason raised her eyebrows, the light under her eyes moved slightly, fleeting, and calm.
Ning Pingting didn’t know what she said over there. The expression on Ava’s face kept changing. She hung up the phone after the two spoke for about three or four minutes.
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