It was Ao Xinghao's call.
Qin Xin remembered that this guy had already called her many times tonight.
And because she was in the Nalan Group building, the signal was blocked, and she hadn't been able to respond to him promptly.
She answered the phone.
On Ao Xinghao's end, it was very noisy, as if he was in a chaotic place full of people.
As soon as she picked up.
That usually sharp-tongued and high-profile guy lowered his voice seriously, as if afraid others might hear, and just said a few words: "Check the text message quickly."
What's going on that he can't say over the phone and needs me to read a text message?
Qin Xin's lips twitched a few times.
However, considering Ao Xinghao's usual straightforward and passionate nature, she still opened the message as he said.
"Xin, your rosewood bed has been discovered!"
"Qin Wenrou says it's an heirloom from her sister and is making a big fuss while crying here!"
"Xin, don't go back to the dorm!"
