It was best left unmentioned, but every time Gao Ruobing thought about Han Feiyi, a surge of anger filled her. Her meticulously planned scheme had been ruined by his death.
Gao Ruobing was about to speak when her cellphone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and exclaimed joyfully, "It's Nan Zhan."
The parents of the Gao Family immediately paused their activities, urging anxiously, "Answer it quickly."
This was the first time Nan Zhan had proactively called Gao Ruobing. Even though she knew he couldn't see her, she still reflexively tidied up the hair on her forehead.
"Hello."
Nan Zhan's words were brief, just a sentence, and then he hung up directly.
Listening to the dial tone, Gao Ruobing hadn't yet reacted when Gao Hanshan next to her impatiently asked, "What did he say?"
"Why all this questioning." Zhang Wenfang hurriedly intervened, "If you keep asking, who knows, he might change his mind. From what I see,
