A few days ago, Uncle Li contacted her once.
The phone signal was poor and the background was noisy; Uncle Li sounded breathless as well.
He said he was being watched and couldn't contact her anymore.
Importantly, Uncle Li emphasized very seriously that Huo Mei might still be alive, and she was in Beijing.
The moment Xiang Yiran heard this news, her blood began to boil.
She never would have thought that this vile woman she detested could become her last hope.
Xiang Yiran fumbled to put on her headset, trembling as she clicked to answer with the mouse.
The loading circle spun round and round, turning her anxiety into an inferno.
Impatient, Xiang Yiran barked coldly, "Hello? Who is it?"
Finally, the call connected, and static crackled through the line.
"Is this Xiang Yiran?"
The man's voice was rough and hoarse, somewhat distorted by the static.