"You're talking nonsense!" Yu Xinlan stood up abruptly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she grew agitated. Her hands were clenched into fists.
Qiao Nian took out her cell phone and tossed it to her. "You can call your family and ask if I'm lying to you."
"I won't believe you!"
Yu Xinlan placed her hands on the table. Her eyes were red as she panted heavily.
Qiao Nian looked at her.
Under this suffocating atmosphere, Yu Xinlan only lasted for less than five minutes before grabbing the phone and walking to the side to make a call.
She called Yu Qingliu first, but no one picked up.
Yu Xinlan's heart sank.
She had no choice but to call the butler.
Fortunately, Yu Xinlan was quickly picked up. "Hello, it's me, Yu Xinlan."
As soon as she finished speaking, the old butler's tired and hoarse voice came from the other end of the call. "Miss, you finally called."
