[Reasonably suspect that the destined person wants to forcibly salvage his dignity, proving he's not that foolish, but it seems ineffective.]
[However, I'm also curious about how his son orchestrated everything.]
[This thing should be quite simple, right?]
[Simple? He can't predict when the destined person would order takeout. And the address is another issue.]
When they first connected, they heard the destined person say that the address given was far away from him, in another city.
...
Yuanshan Ting Feng remembered that shortly after the takeout was delivered, the other party sent him a photo of having received it.
Not only was the item correct, but the hand holding it in the photo was clearly a woman's.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have dispelled his doubts.
Just moments ago, Han Ning, who was crying and begging for mercy after being hit, suddenly fell silent.
Moreover, there were faint red marks appearing on his cheek.
This made everyone smell something fishy.
