An Yiqing gave a gentle smile, "Okay, it's my fault. But do you know who I'm with?"
"With whom? Not General Gu, right?" Duan Tang seemed to joke, but there was a hint of bitterness at the corners of his mouth.
"Hmm, you guessed wrong. I'm currently in an orphanage, with the knife in my hand pressed against one of your Muyun Society members' necks." An Yiqing joked while moving the blade a few inches closer to the man's throat.
"Miss! Spare me! Spare me, please!" The man was startled, peeing himself, and it streamed onto the floor with a splashing sound, filling the air with a strange smell.
Listening to the howls over the phone, Duan Tang's eyes grew sharp.
"What's the matter, girl?"
"A group of people hired by Fulin Real Estate came to my friend's orphanage with iron rods and dozens of people to force a sale. They said they were from the Muyun Society. Head Duan, have you been having a hard time lately?" An Yiqing laughed a few times, her words carrying no caution.
