"Recently Lu Cong is really at wits' end, boss, what are you playing at?"
"Of course, it's continuing to play the fool." Nan Mufeng curled his lips coldly. With the current pace, they can keep dragging Lu Cong to death.
However, Joanna is no fool, she'll definitely notice the boredom.
The next step, she should invite Prince Beite out, right? With Edward's help, things have indeed become much easier.
Ah—
Nan Mufeng let out a heavy breath. Hoping the matter could end soon, staying alone in Yuancheng is very lonely.
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Yuanxing Grand Hotel.
Joanna is dialing Prince Beite's phone.
Ever since Edward negotiated successfully, she has been trying every day to contact Beite, asking him to come forward and talk with Edward.
But, this guy has gone missing again! Every time they need to find him, he's nowhere to be found! God knows which woman's tender embrace he's lost in now.
Thinking of this, Joanna gets angry.
