Feng Ruyue understood that now was not the time to speak, thinking that after Gu Tong had handled everything, she would eventually call her. So, she wasn't anxious and simply hung up the phone.
The phone call ended abruptly, without any nostalgia, and the entire living room was entangled by this call.
Lin Weihai's fingers holding the phone trembled slightly, his hands already sweaty, not daring to breathe heavily, his heart in chaos.
Perhaps, only now did he finally realize what kind of existence he had provoked...
Gong Qingwan's strategy of killing with a borrowed knife was simply too high-level, too ruthless. No one could pick out her faults, and even if it led to someone's death, it would have nothing to do with her, a truly venomous heart.
It was a perfect example of killing two birds with one stone.
"How did the conversation with the Lin Family Head go?" Gu Tong asked leisurely, crossing her legs and leaning against the sofa.
