Her hand clutching the cellphone trembled, and she looked at her own son with a gaze filled with a hint of hatred, as if she no longer recognized him.
"What if... I don't make the call? What do you want? I've told you I no longer have contact with Wu Runzhong, and you still suspect me! Is it that I'll never be able to wash away the stains on me for the rest of my life!"
Yan Ye didn't want to waste time on a war of words.
He couldn't guess what the situation was with Lian Xinying right now, and he needed to hurry and rescue her.
At that thought, a dull pain came from his chest!
He reached out and forcibly snatched Wang Qingqing's cellphone.
Wang Qingqing's face was covered in tears.
She no longer wanted the cellphone and went straight for the car door, wanting to get out.
But... the car door was locked.
She couldn't get out of the car.
At this moment, being inside the car for one more second felt like torture.
