"Tang Si!" Pan Juanfeng: "Do you know that right now, because time is dragging on too long, an arm has already been sent over from that side?"
"Do you insist on dragging this out until it becomes fatal?" Pan Juanfeng's tone was very serious: "It's just Song Yi, even if she comes, she won't die. If she doesn't come, everything will be ruined!"
Tang Si's lips moved, preparing to speak, when suddenly a hand took the phone from Tang Si's hand.
Looking back, Song Yi was staring at him, her gaze calm and steady.
She spoke into the phone, "Hello, I am Song Yi, I will come over, please wait for me."
The woman's voice was calm and decisive.
This kind of matter, since it's come to this, surely can't be delayed.
Song Yi hung up the phone after speaking.
