The thug obeyed obediently, as if Bai Yeyuan was the financier. He respectfully searched for Mrs. Wang’s phone and handed it to him with both hands.
Mrs. Wang was so angry that she rolled her eyes. Why does this delicate little girl look more like the financier boss than she does.
Bai Yeyuan took the phone and directly opened the call log.
The first ten or so calls were all from Mrs. Wang’s husband.
At the end, a number without a name frequently appeared.
He dialed it, but no sound came out.
A woman’s voice came from the other end. “Mrs. Wang, how is it? Am I right? Did you catch her? I advise you not to be soft-hearted. This kind of mistress should be sent to her death...”
Bai Yeyuan’s eyes turned cold when he heard this familiar voice.
“I think you’re the one who wants to be sent to her death.”He hung up the phone coldly and threw the phone back to Mrs. Wang.
