Xia Tian, "..."
In his heart, he apologized to Mommy a thousand times.
It's not the godlike opponents you fear, but the pig-like teammates. He could guarantee that his exposure was definitely related to Su Xi and her love for money.
Beiming Han put the phone to his ear.
"Hello, is this Xia Tian? When are you coming back? I miss you already." Baobei's soft voice came through the phone, causing Beiming Han's body to tremble violently.
Beiming Han had never thought he liked children. On the contrary, he rather disliked them. But the young girl's voice made him feel unlike himself; he had an urge to talk to her.
"You're not Xia Tian? Where's Xia Tian? You're a bad person." Baobei detected the difference in breathing—this was clearly an adult's breath, a man's.
"I..." Beiming Han only managed to say one word before the call was cut off.
