When Jiang Huaping received Ye Suhe's call, she was in Jiang Ran's apartment.
Her expression didn't change at all, and she even smiled slightly, "What, you want to tell me?"
Ye Suhe was somewhat surprised by Jiang Huaping's calmness, but patiently, her voice grew stern: "Do you really not want to know why I could marry him with someone else's child? How I drove your mother to her death? How I got Jiang Corporation into my hands?"
"If you want to know, come find me alone, and I will tell you. Otherwise, even if I die, you'll never find out in this lifetime."
"I've sent the address to your phone. I'll only wait for you for three days."
"Beep beep beep—"
As soon as Ye Suhe finished speaking, a cold busy tone came from the phone.
The call had been disconnected.
But Ye Suhe was still unhurried, and she even poured herself another cup of tea.
She was very confident that Jiang Huaping would definitely come.
This was her only chance to turn the tables.
