She didn’t write her name on this number, and it was just a string of numbers. However, it was this string of numbers that shocked her so much that she wanted to run to a place where there was no one. She didn’t want to hear it, nor did she want to see it.
She hurriedly picked up the quilt and threw it on her phone. Her hands pressed down hard. She couldn’t hear it, she couldn’t hear it..
Yes, she couldn’t hear, she couldn’t hear anything.
But no matter how much she lied to herself, she could still clearly hear the sound of the phone. The sound was like a ghost crying and howling, constantly piercing her eardrums, it was as if it was going to pierce her eardrums.
She didn’t want to see, she didn’t want to hear, she didn’t want to pay the 16 million, and she didn’t want to help Su Muran. No matter which one it was, the result wouldn’t be good.
