"Where have you been fooling around again?"
Lin Fan, who had just left the Yang Family's residence,
received a call from Ning Mengyao.
"Isn't it you who asked me to go out on business? I'm trying to figure things out here."
Lin Fan helplessly clutched the phone.
She rarely cared about where he was.
This sudden call seemed to vaguely suggest a conspiracy.
"It's already off-duty time. What's there to figure out? I think you just want to mess around."
Over the phone, Ning Mengyao's tone carried a sour note.
"How can you call it messing around? It's business hospitality and networking. But why the sudden call? Is there something you need?"
Lin Fan furrowed his brows.
Yet his gaze shifted to his side.
A few suspicious-looking characters were staring at him intently.
"What do you mean by 'sudden'? This is a superior's routine check on a subordinate,"
Ning Mengyao snorted coldly.
