Jiang Zhi had just returned from the bathroom and missed her cell phone ringing.
"Zhi Zhi, Jiang Xue just called and left two messages. Do you want to take a look?" Lu Mian was laying on the bed. As it was Jiang Zhi's cell phone, he had not picked it up to avoid misunderstandings.
"Jiang Xue? Why is she calling this late?" Jiang Zhi walked over quickly. Jiang Xue would never take the initiative to contact her, so calling at this time must be an important matter.
When she opened her phone and saw the message Jiang Xue sent, she frowned and opened the recording.
Lu Xuan's voice echoed in the room. When Jiang Zhi found out the truth about the fire, his face was gloomy, and she was even more worried that Jiang Xue would be in trouble.
"So it's her." When Lu Mian found out the truth, he wrote a note in his heart for Lu Xuan, a vendetta that he would attend to in the future.
