Xiao Chen, I've kicked Huang Hui

"Xiao Chen, stop joking."

Through the microphone, Wang Zibo's low and depressed tone could be clearly conveyed.

Chen hansheng could not do anything about it. In fact, he had absolute foresight in this matter. Even when Wang Zibo and Huang Hui first met on the train, Chen hansheng already knew that this would happen.

"Xiao Chen, you don't have to come over."

"You've already consoled me twice in a row. I'm really embarrassed to trouble you again tonight," Wang Zibo said gloomily.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Chen hansheng paused for a moment. I have no intention of moving at all. I've lost so much money in my business. I can only rely on playing cards to earn some living expenses for my roommates. I can barely maintain my life.

"Then, then I'm hanging up."

Wang Zibo said uncertainly. He actually didn't want to die.

"Du du du ..."

Chen hansheng took the initiative to press the answer button.