Li Qianfan's ample capital once again appeared before her eyes, she even fantasized about Li Qianfan pressing down on her, engaging in a wild conquest.
Biting her lip, Yang Lirong couldn't bear it any longer and picked up her phone to call Li Qianfan.
From dialing to the call connecting, it only took less than ten seconds, but Yang Lirong felt those ten seconds were incredibly long.
Moreover, after the call connected, hearing Li Qianfan's voice from the phone, Yang Lirong felt her heart almost leap out of her throat.
"In the middle of the night, Aunt Yang, what do you need from me?" Li Qianfan asked.
"I... I..."
Hesitantly, Yang Lirong uttered two 'I's, but couldn't manage to say anything more.
"Could it be your old ailment is acting up, are you feeling unwell? No, that can't be right. I should have completely cured you; it's impossible for your illness to relapse," Li Qianfan wondered aloud.
Li Qianfan's words made Yang Lirong's eyes light up.