Xia Yuning curled her lips slightly, took out an exquisitely beautiful cell phone, and dialed a number.
"Uncle Zhang, some jerk just tried to harass me, and I hit him. Now someone wants to arrest me," Xia Yuning complained with her lips puckered.
Upon hearing Xia Yuning's words, a roar suddenly came from the other end of the phone, "Which bastard dares to arrest my dear niece? Hand him the phone."
"Miss, I can assure you that nobody's phone call will work," the middle-aged man said coldly.
He took over the phone and said indifferently, "I am Li Zhongliang."
The man Xia Yuning called Uncle Zhang bellowed into the phone, "Li Zhongliang, I am Zhang Weiguo. I have heard of you, know you have principles, but my dear niece is absolutely no thug. Your elderly mother is unwell, isn't she? If you want to cure her illness, my niece is definitely more useful than anyone else. Just think it over."
The name Zhang Weiguo stunned Li Zhongliang.
