Standing under the porch, Tingxuan's phone kept ringing.
It was an unfamiliar phone number.
After a long pause, he finally pressed the answer button, "Who is this?"
"It's me, Tingxuan! I'm sorry, you never answer my calls, so I used a different number."
On the phone, Lin Ruoyao's voice was cautious, tinged with a hint of crying.
"I don't want to hear your voice again!!" Tingxuan's voice was cold as ice.
"I know, I know, I just need you to give me one minute. I can prove to you, I didn't kill my sister, I really didn't kill her..."
"Do you think I'm a fool? If you didn't kill her, then why is her grave empty? It's you! You destroyed the evidence, listen, don't call me again, don't appear in my sight again..."
"Tingxuan, Tingxuan, listen to me..."
Tingxuan mercilessly hung up the phone and then added the number to the blacklist.
At this moment, a bodyguard walked over and handed him a bouquet that had been prepared in advance, "President, the roses you ordered!"
"Mm!"
