In the dead of night, Tang Si's phone call was like a lifeline.
The man's words were abruptly interrupted.
After a brief silence of two seconds on the other end of the phone—
Song Yi heard a man's soft chuckle coming from over there, a sound emanating from his chest, resonating through the receiver, particularly captivating.
"Lying stark naked on the coroner's autopsy table. That's what I mean."
"Miss Song, what are you thinking?"
This was not a good time for flirting. Song Yi took a deep breath: "Why say such a thing?"
She already realized something was terribly wrong at home.
She was also very clear that Tang Si knew what was going on, so she was eager to know the answer.
Thinking carefully, no wonder he let her come back, maybe all of this was part of his plan.
