C2417 A Good Beater

At this moment.

A voice suddenly sounded.

"Miranda! What are you doing? "

The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties with curly blond hair and blue eyes.

His figure was somewhat fat.

Hearing his words, Miranda got up from Wang Qian's body and said, "I want to borrow a phone from him …"

The man snorted coldly, his eyes revealing a look of displeasure.

"Sit back down