This sentence was clearly the biggest stimulant for Tang Mengying, and her laughter was mad and sickening. Su Qianci's heart was dull. She was clenching her fists and gritting her teeth.
Tang Mengying!
Tang Mengying would not have thought that when she was in the car, the hairpin was just a diversion. The real trick was on the bottom of her black bag, where a wiretap locator was quietly attached.
"Go back. If it takes too long, she might become suspicious."
"Tut. I just need to use her to confuse those idiots. You think I want to cooperate with her? I am annoyed so much when I see her!" Tang Mengying's voice was filled with contempt, and soon, Su Qianci heard her high heels.
They came back.
Wiping her tears, Su Qianci pretended to take the phone and put it next to her ear.
