The person on the other end of the phone, Yang Fei, jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Damn it, Old Lady Wu, are you the owner of a coffin shop, wishing people to die, right? Do you just love to blame me for everything?"
Wu Yuanzhong saw that this kid refused to admit it, chuckled, and changed the subject.
"So it wasn't you, huh? To be honest, the Aventi Spy Base is a thorn in my side."
"If it was you who did it, I planned to add ten percent more to the Evil Dragon's military funding this year."
This time, silence ensued on the other end, and the phone went quiet.
Wu Yuanzhong smugly raised his eyebrows at Dai Jili, revealing a smile like an Old Fox's.
Dai Jili couldn't help but laugh. Yang Fei is famously stingy, always ready to take advantage, and Wu Yuanzhong's words had struck just the right nerve.
Sure enough, Yang Fei stayed silent on the phone for a while, then suddenly started cursing.
