Ji Wanzhou raised the speed of his car to the fastest speed. He was afraid that if he was one minute late, Meng Qingge would encounter some misfortune.
"Fatty is smiling as he looks at a photo on his phone in a room near Jinsha Bay." "Alright, contact him immediately."
Meng Qingge didn't have any contact information on these actors, only their photos.
"Alright, I'll call her right away." Meng Qingge smiled and extended her hand, indicating that she wanted a phone.
Fatty placed the phone in Meng Qingge's palm, his triangular eyes slightly narrowed as he threatened, "You know what to say."
"Naturally." Meng Qingge took the phone and tried to think of whom she should call. She searched through her contact list for a long time.
"What is it?" The fatty's expression became a little impatient. Is it done yet? "
"I found it, I found it. I'll call him now." Meng Qingge hurriedly called Wang Meilin.