He Zhilan held the phone in one hand, her other hand gently tapping on the table. The corner of her lips curved into a smirk, "What's this, Lan Song, trying to find my weakness or gain a hold over me? How did you get hold of my dormitory phone number if Gu En isn't with you? Let me guess when you and Gu En became accomplices. It should've been shortly after I gave you my phone number, right? That day Gu En said you were looking for me and then whisked me away for a car race. By then, you should've been on Gu En's payroll, right? That's why Gu En knew I asked you some questions and conspired with you. Since then, you've used that information to trick me. Well, Lan Song, tell me, am I right?"
Lan Song was dumbfounded on the other end of the line. How could He Zhilan guess everything?
