"Who the hell are you?" Qin Han was on the verge of collapse, her voice trembling, yet filled with extreme irritation as she asked.
"It really breaks my heart, you actually don't know who I am. Don't you remember how passionately you called out under me that night?"
As soon as this statement was made, Qin Han recalled that night, but she could only think of Zhang Yun. Shaking, her voice said, "You're Zhang Yun, right? It's you, Zhang Yun, I'm begging you, stop playing with me, I don't like these games, come out, let's meet in person, this voice changer sounds so awful, not nearly as nice as your own voice."
"Really? You don't like this voice? I can change it. However, I really don't know Zhang Yun," the person on the phone said, "Oh, right, if you think that photo isn't explosive enough, I can send you another video to watch."
The call was then cut off, and immediately after, Qin Han received another multimedia message, this time not a photo, but a video.
