Song Xuan stood angrily on the curb, watching the white Volvo that left in a cloud of dust. In her heart, she resentfully thought that Han Zhenzhen was right, Yan Luoxi was a very ambitious person. She had previously thought of currying favor with her, wanting her to help connect the dots, which was simply too naive.
Yan Luoxi probably couldn't care less if Li Zhiqian had no heirs, so that no one would vie for the family inheritance with her.
She stood there for quite a while before picking up her phone and dialing a number. Soon, the call connected, and a lazy voice came through, "Why did you think it through and decide to call me?"
Song Xuan, holding back her anger, said, "I've decided to collaborate with you."
"Weren't you just acting all chummy with Yan Luoxi? How come, did you hit a brick wall over there?" Han Zhenzhen's voice carried a touch of mockery. She knew Song Xuan wouldn't get anywhere with Yan Luoxi.
