"That despicable and shameless person might be me." The man's low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Hu Xinyue instantly felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face alternated between pale and blue. She had just scolded him vigorously. But now, her face was ashen.
She became bewildered, and her mind went blank for a moment. She didn't know what to say. "Th-that…"
"Xinyue?" Miao Yating was standing at the side, holding her phone, ready to call the police. "Should we inform the counselor?"
Hu Xinyue coughed twice. "Then, go ahead. Sorry to disturb you."
With that, she hurriedly hung up.
"How is it? Is Mr. Fu coming?" Miao Yating was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat.
"He took Wanwan away."
Miao Yating was stunned for a few seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief. "As long as she's fine."
