"Gao Hui is not sleeping this late, still preparing bun fillings, she's really working hard," Shen Qiang thought upon seeing the image on the phone video.
But then, Shen Qiang's brows furrowed tightly.
Because from the angle of the video, Shen Qiang could tell in a glance that the phone currently video-calling him was positioned outside the kitchen window, near the top.
The person was peeping!
"Is it the private detective I hired?" Shen Qiang frowned.
And in the moment that thought appeared in his mind, a familiar cold and arrogant voice came through the phone from the video call.
"If you don't want her to die, bring the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra' to 79 Hongchang Road immediately."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qiang felt his scalp explode.
"Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra? He's blackmailing me? A cultivator!"
"Don't make me wait too long, as you know, I have little patience," the voice on the video call was very cold.
