Wangjiang hotel (2)

It was time.

Lin Hanxing handed the phone to Zhong Yifu.

There were photos that her people had sent her.

Zhong Yifu looked down, and her head was immediately filled with blood!

In the room with the clear, thin curtains half-closed, su zhanlong and Luo Mingwei were clearly having a great time.

Luo Mingwei's two-piece Qingqu outfit was no different from not wearing it at all. It was simply unsightly!

"Bitch!" Zhong Yifu was so angry that she almost threw her phone.

Lin Hanxing took his phone back without a change in expression, changed the SIM card, and made a call.

Very quickly, the call was connected.

"Hello, I want to call the police."

Zhong Yifu was stunned when she heard this.

Call the police?

What kind of police?

&Quot; yes, I've made a report in room 1028 of the Wangjiang hotel. Someone is selling money. I hope it can be released as soon as possible. Take care of this." Lin Hanxing said calmly and coldly, then hung up the phone.