Her willow brows raised, a flash of surprise crossed An Yiqing's icy gaze, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly with a smile. "Ha, the Old Fox finally couldn't hold back!"
She clenched her fist again and circulated her Inner Breath once more.
Raising her right hand, she looked coldly at Qin Dingshan. This time, she had to deliver a fatal blow!
Suddenly, at that moment, a grating ringtone of a cell phone went off!
It was An Yiqing's phone!
She slightly furrowed her brows; rarely did people call her past eight in the evening, and everyone at home knew she was out on business—they wouldn't call to disturb her.
Who could it be?
Pulling out her phone and looking at the caller ID on the screen, An Yiqing was momentarily taken aback.
Brother Yusheng? What could it be?
Without hesitation, An Yiqing answered the phone. Before she could speak, Zhang Yu Sheng's anxious voice came from the other end.
