"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Ye Mingyao, afraid she had recorded him, didn't respond directly to her words.
Now he dared not underestimate her anymore and was cautious in everything he said and did.
"Seems like you know," Nan Zhifeng's voice was cold. "Ye Mingyao, you will pay for this!"
"Nan Zhifeng, stop playing ghost tricks." Ye Mingyao, unwilling to show weakness, retorted, "Do you think you can fool me by pretending to be Nan Zhiqiu? You're still too green to play tricks on me!"
Upon hearing this, Nan Zhifeng showed no surprise. She had long known that as soon as her clues led one step forward, her identity would be revealed a little more.
"Just wait and see!"
Nan Zhifeng left these words behind and hung up the phone.
"That bitch, she dares to play me?"
Ye Mingyao was so angry he gnashed his teeth. The trap Nan Zhifeng had set up today was an outright insult to his intelligence.
He had never been so humiliated in his life.
