Miss Na said, "He's still in Vegas."
A trace of a smile flashed across Shen Yan's eyes as she continued, "Great! Tell the people over there that Cheng An is a knucklehead. Let Sai Wen apprehend him and rip him off ruthlessly!"
When Miss Na heard Shen Yan's words, a glimmer of a grin flickered across her face. "All right, Miss Shen," she said quickly.
Just as Shen Yan hung up the phone, Fu Hang walked in from outside and asked curiously, "Sai Wen? Who is it?"
Shen Yan smiled and looked at him. Just as she was about to speak, Fu Hang turned on the lights in the room.
Fu Hang's gaze fell on Shen Yan's face and asked casually, "Is it Miss Chen Nian's relative again?"
Hearing what Fu Hang said, Shen Yan burst into laughter. "Why are you still hung up over this? Don't be so petty, okay?"
