Li Yanyan's phone pierced through the quiet conversation, disrupting the atmosphere of the room. With a swift motion, she retrieved the device from her pocket and glanced at the caller ID before answering.
"Yes," she greeted, her tone clipped and businesslike.
On the other end of the line, a voice responded promptly, laden with a sense of urgency. "Ma'am, I have done as instructed," the caller reported.
Li Yanyan's lips curled into a satisfied smile at the news. "Good," she replied, her voice betraying no hint of emotion. "Your debt is cleared."
With a decisive click, she ended the call and turned her attention back to Sun Lixia, her expression unreadable as she resumed their discussion about Li Xinjie's condition. But beneath the facade of normalcy, Li Yanyan's mind churned with plans and schemes, her thoughts consumed by the intricate web of power and manipulation that she had woven around herself.
