Another voice he didn't want to hear came from the other end of the receiver.

"In response to the occasion."

Ying Jing didn't know that Lu Zishu would follow, so he turned around and saw him standing not far away.

He frowned.

Just as he was about to change places, the other party caught up with him.

"Is what Jiang Li said true? You really... committed suicide by cutting your wrists for me."

You bitch, you want to beat Lu Zishu to death. What if Wen Fucheng hears it?

In a panic, she wanted to hang up the phone and call back later to explain. The more nervous she became, the more nervous she became. She couldn't even find the hangup button that she was familiar with. She pressed the speakerphone without thinking.

In an instant, a low and hoarse voice came from the other end of the receiver.

rising between the two confronting each other.

"Honey, I miss you."
Chapter completed!