Like a storm surging from his heart, Li Yanan's fingers quickly turned cold!
He never expected that in the video Li Yingying had hidden so deeply, there was such an old story buried...
The more he watched, the colder his heart became!
However, before he could react, the phone rang, breaking the silent atmosphere and startling him.
The caller ID was an unknown number; Li Yanan hesitated but eventually answered.
The voice on the other end made Li Yanan's solemn expression even more sinister...
Inside the café restroom.
Lin Zhenxin was calling Li Yanan, but she kept getting a busy signal.
Time was running out, so she first took out the recorder, wrapped it tightly with paper towels, and painstakingly hid it in the gap between the toilet and the floor. Then she turned to call Yao Lemon, her heartbeat racing, as if it was about to break free.
The call was answered quickly by Yao Lemon on the other end.
