"Ring, ring, ring..."
Not long after Han Che hung up the phone, Song Yao called back.
He could hear clearly that Song Yao was in an empty place, and the wind was heard through the phone.
And it seemed that she had just experienced something, and her breath was obviously a little breathless.
"Hello?"
Han Che's heart sank back to his stomach.
"Eh."
"Something happened just now." Song Yao described briefly.
Han Che rubbed his phone with his finger pulps, and his voice was cold and indifferent, without any emotion, "A little? Your scream is no less than the main character in the horror movie." ""
"Something happened to my car. Are you satisfied with this explanation, Master Han?" He frowned slightly and wanted to ask something, but finally, he controlled himself. The emotions in his dark eyes were surging.
"About Han, wait for me to go back. I haven't solved the problem here. I have to hang up." After a long silence, Song Yao broke the silence first and then hung up the phone.