Rong Shengsheng had only rested for a day when Qin Lingling called to urge her, "Shengsheng, what on earth are you doing? Why hasn't Yi Jiafei been sent to prison yet? He came looking for me again today!!"
"I've been sick."
"Sick? Do you have a cold? The weather has been quite cold these days. A while back, after Yi Jiafei slept with me, he dropped me off in the suburbs by car. At that time, I was only wearing a thin blouse. I shivered all the way as I walked back home. I've caught a cold now too, and my mother-in-law even made me wash clothes in cold water..."
After listening, Rong Shengsheng let out a long sigh, "I got it, just send me his contact information."
This was the last time... the last time she would help Qin Lingling.
From then on, whether Qin Lingling was poor or rich had nothing to do with her whatsoever.
"No problem."
After hanging up the phone, Rong Shengsheng sniffled through her congested nose and coughed weakly a few times.
