"Hello, Weiwei, what's up?"
That voice was indeed Shi Mufeng's, and it sounded exactly the same as usual, betraying no hint that he was currently with another woman.
Rong Weiwei's nails dug deeply into her flesh, her teeth clenched tightly as she asked, "Mufeng, where are you right now?"
"Me?"
She saw the man in front of the villa glance up and look around before he replied, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Oh, nothing. Just the usual inquiry. Why, is it inconvenient for you to answer?"
"Not at all." The man on the phone—so close yet so far—lied to her, "I'm in the southern part of the city, looking at some land with the mayor's secretary for a project."
The mayor's secretary?
Land?
A project?
Rong Weiwei felt as if her chest was bleeding, her face becoming extremely pale. This feeling was like a throwback to the distant past, when Shi Mufeng had lied to Rong Yan for her sake!
Only this time, it was reversed!
"Weiwei, what do you need me for?"
