Cheng Yanzhi tossed a mobile phone over, his tone cold, "Since it's me who owes you, it's only fair that I should repay you with this life. Call your sister! Let her know how you died."
Han Ningyan was already panicking: "Yanzhi, you won't go through with this, right?"
Cheng Yanzhi did not answer her pointless question.
He had truly come to a decision.
It was only right that Xia Yunsheng was gone. If anyone was to blame, it was him for provoking this woman, Han Ningyan!
If he had known this day would come, he would have preferred death rather than owing her a life-saving favor!
Before the phone ended up in Han Ningyan's hands, he had already dialed the number. Soon, Han Fei'er's voice came from the receiver, "Hello."
Han Ningyan bit her lip and remained silent. Cheng Yanzhi said, "Not going to say anything? Your sister probably wants to hear your last words."
"Cheng Yanzhi?" Han Fei'er recognized Cheng Yanzhi's voice. "Are you with my sister? Sis, what's wrong?"
