Qiao Wangyang suddenly regretted having so little contact with Qiao Sang in the past.
If they had stayed in touch, he wouldn't be in a situation where he couldn't reach her even if he wanted to, like they were living in two different worlds.
Qiao Wangyang stared at the phone on the table for two seconds, finally unable to resist picking it up and dialing the number he had been trying to reach lately.
Soon, a familiar voice came through:
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently on a call..."
...
Meanwhile.
VIP seats.
Ye Xiangting stood up excitedly, shouting the name of Qiao Sang's Yaobao, then thought of something, took out her phone, turned on the video recording function, and captured this thrilling moment.
To be honest, she had heard of Yuan Tianlong's name, and even hoped her daughter would win, she didn't have high expectations for her daughter's victory.
