Hearing this, the thick eyebrows that admired Fan Ying narrowed. Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Tianlang hesitated for a moment and hung up.
Mu Wanqing lay on the floor where the temperature was getting higher and higher. She listened to the gentle and pleasant female voice coming from the phone, but it was so cold and emotionless. She was stunned: "I'm sorry, please call.
The phone number is currently on a call, please call again later, sorry..."
Her mind went blank for a long time. Finally, she bit her lip and dialed it again with trembling hands.
As soon as Sirius put his cell phone in his trouser pocket, less than thirty seconds later, he was buzzing again.
He frowned and took it out quickly.
With sharp black eyes, he quickly glanced at the phone number that kept jumping and flashing on the screen, and carefully asked again: "Second brother, I have the same phone number, could I call you for something urgent?"
Yang Mufan's phone number is separate from work and personal life.
In private calls, they are divided into three categories: ordinary, important, and very important.
Now this number is the most private and important one. In other words: only a handful of people know this number.
In fact, no one should know except Nan Juefeng, their three brothers from the Tian family, and their third brother, Murong Qi.
This number is kept secret even from Shen Mengxin.
Calling me twice in a row shouldn't be harassment.
When Yang Mufan heard this, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, he was silent for a few seconds, and then he said in a low voice: "Give it to me!"
"Yes!" Sirius quickly handed over the phone.
Yang Mufan took the phone, and the second before he connected it, he glanced at the number with his deep eyes lazily and indifferently.
When the name of the number owner popped up in his mind, the finger that pressed the answer button suddenly turned and without the slightest hesitation, he hung up without ceremony.
At the same time, the strength of the hand holding the phone suddenly increased.
Damn Wei Zhehan, how did he know his phone number?!
What does it mean to call him now?!
Is it possible that you haven't been taught a lesson yet and you want to be beaten again?
Less than ten seconds after hanging up, the phone buzzed again.
Yang Mufan lowered his eyes and looked at the numbers flashing on the screen. His deep brown pupils were filled with obvious anger.
He hung up unceremoniously, and then shut down the phone quickly in frustration.
The three brothers of the Tian family were sitting at attention, looking at Yang Mufan who was surrounded by the cold black air. They felt their scalps were numb and a stronger chill came down their backs. They couldn't help but shiver all over, and then collectively went crazy in their hearts.
Roaring prayer: "O God, O Jesus, O Tathagata, help me, please don't let our Majesty get angry..."
Mu Wanqing was like a puppet, with big empty eyes, dialing Yang Mufan's phone number over and over again.
Until, the receiver came: "Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please call again later..."
At that moment, she finally felt despair.
The hard teeth dug into the flesh of the lips, the bright red blood, and the tears hit the floor one after another.
Mu Wanqing held on to her phone tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She clearly felt that something was ruthlessly tearing her apart, tearing her heart into thousands of pieces.
Tear it to pieces with blood, tear it to pieces...
Her breathing became faster and weaker, and Mu Wanqing was so suffocated that she almost fainted.
