"Brother Yi-han?"

"Whisper, you wanted to see me? The cell phone was dead before I turned it on."

Xin Yihan's voice was particularly calm at this time, and Mu Yan couldn't hear any ripples.

"Well, Brother Yihan, you ..." Seeing Huang Bo waving his hand at himself, Mu Yu instantly paused, pausing briefly for two seconds before turning to ask, "Did you see the message I sent you?"

"See. I'll take care of it. Thank you for your concern."

These words, which seemed a ...