After roughly finishing a cigarette, Yang Fan made a phone call to Bai Mengzhu.
"Big boss, got any instructions? If you want to order something, you can send me a message. I have a bad memory, and I might forget if you tell me directly," Bai Mengzhu joked.
"Where does your ex-husband live?" Yang Fan asked bluntly.
On the phone, Bai Mengzhu was silent for a while, and her voice suddenly became somber, "Did he really come to give you trouble?"
"Yeah, someone just threw a heap of shit into my shop, and I haven't offended anyone else recently. I suspect it was him," Yang Fan said, "His address, who he hangs out with, places he likes to frequent—tell me about them."
"That bastard!" Bai Mengzhu cursed angrily, "I really don't know where his current residence is. The house in the county was his after our divorce, but I heard he later gambled it away to someone else."
