It was midnight.
Fu Shang was sitting on a deck chair in front of the window. Her hand was raised in the air, and a few of her slender fingers were holding a wine glass, occasionally swirling it.
He looked very pretentious ... No, he had class.
She was holding her phone in her other hand.
The woman's Red lips twitched.
"Mrs. Li, if you don't want people to know, don't do it. Karma. That girl died so miserably. Tsk, tsk, tsk. She was only twenty years old ... Don't you wake up in the middle of the night when you dream about it ..."
The voice from the phone was like the devil's temptation. Mrs. Li felt cold all over, and her fingers almost couldn't hold the phone.
Her teeth were trembling.
How did Jiang jiujiu know about this? This was impossible!
