After arriving at the hotel, Ling Feng took out his phone and called Zoran.
He got the number from Mo Jiaolan. After all, transferring such a large sum, there must be a way to contact them.
The phone rang for over thirty seconds before a weary voice picked up: "Who is it?"
"What's up? Did you fall asleep or catch a cold? You sound so weak," Ling Feng asked.
"Is that you?"
Zoran's voice suddenly jumped several octaves, then asked, "Is my sister back?"
"No, she asked me to tell you she doesn't want to come back!" Ling Feng said with a bitter smile.
"..."
On the other end, Zoran fell silent for a moment, then suddenly went berserk: "Ling Feng, don't think you can bully me. If you mess with me like this, I'll fight you to the bitter end!"
"Uh, could you please be patient and listen to my explanation?"
Ling Feng didn't expect such a fierce reaction. After a wry smile, he asked lightly.
