After Ji Yao hung up the phone, Meng Qingge's voice carried a hint of a mocking smile, "Oh, there's a new girl?"
Ji Yao wasn't too far away from Meng Qingge. Although he couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the phone said, he could vaguely hear that it was a woman's voice, and it wasn't Ji Mengyao's.
Ji Yao slightly curled his lips, "What?" Was my ex-girlfriend interested in my current love life? "
"Ha!" Meng Qingge laughed coldly. "I was just sighing with emotion. Which silly girl would be so blind to have such bad luck in their eight lifetimes?"
"Ha!" Hearing Meng Qingge's words, Ji Yao laughed instead of getting angry. "You don't need to worry about which girl's bad luck in liking me. You should worry about whether Ji Wanzhou will come to save you!"
Finishing this sentence, Ji Yao turned around and said a few words to his opponent before leaving the room.