Huang Xiaojue couldn't believe it, his heart filled with panic. "Xixi..."
Her voice held a hint of laughter. "Xiaojue, do you remember Director Liang? Don't be afraid, trust me..."
Wan Donglin shuddered.
Director Liang—that lecherous, boring, uncouth, pudgy man, the one who was eventually investigated and sent to prison.
He was both furious and enraged. How dare she compare him to Director Liang? So, in her eyes, he had always held such a despicable position.
"Xiaojue, let's leave it at this for now. I'll come back to find you soon. Goodbye."
She was the one who hung up. Clenching her teeth, she resolutely turned off her phone. Leaning against the wall, the gentle expression on her face and the softness in her voice vanished completely. She just stared daggers at Wan Donglin.
He stared back at her.
