Zhao Guibi closed her eyes and slept for an hour. She picked up her phone.
Yun Xiangxiang thought about the result she wanted. It sounded simple, but it was not easy to operate.
Since even Yun Xiangxiang felt that it could not be Zhao Long who had harmed her, she could not use her identity to do it.
She found a phone number. Her phone was filled with Mr. and Mrs. ...
If there was a person with the same name and surname, there would be a number of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, so she could not tell who was who at the moment.
There were very few messages, and there were many people on other social media accounts, but not many contacts.
She only had this number, and she had to call the person three to five times every day.
This person should be the person she trusted and was closest to. The reason why she had not contacted him was because she knew that the person who did this to her was someone extremely close to her.
