Rushed back to the Jiangnan waterfront, and it was almost late at night.

The evening wind was cold and biting, Jiang Misheng folded his collar and went upstairs tired of drinking.

After weighing a few points in her heart, she took out her mobile phone and called Zhou Yinghuai.

"Doodoo ......"

The connection was at least more than ten seconds long, and a man's deep and leisurely voice ......

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