Chenxing finished chatting on WeChat, turned off her phone, covered herself with the blanket, stared at the ceiling, and giggled foolishly, forcing herself to close her eyes.
She did not know that at this moment, in a luxurious hotel's presidential suite in America, a man's phone fell from his hand, and he was completely petrified, his mind blank.
Gu Shaocheng was stunned; he was not sure whether the words he had just heard were hallucinations or real. His eyelids twitched hard, and the next second, he quickly picked up his phone from the ground and played the message again.
In the WeChat message, a familiar voice repeated over and over.
[...for the sake of the baby in my belly, I need to rest now...phone radiation is bad for the baby...]
Gu Shaocheng couldn't believe his ears, his dark pupils quickly filled with a frenzied hue.
