Lu Jihan's face turned ashen, dark as if he were Bao Zheng, and his pair of amber sharp eyes appeared somewhat bloodshot, filled with anger.
He restrained himself, closed the browser, and then dialed Song Yinyin's phone number.
However, on the other end, it was still the mechanical female voice: "The number you dialed is powered off, please try again later..."
Shit!
After hanging up the phone, Lu Jihan punched the elevator door.
Bang—
The elevator swayed twice, frightening Shen Kang who was standing behind, his face turning pale, he couldn't help but speak up:
"Uh, Mr. Lu, actually... um, perhaps Miss Song was set up, she hasn't had contact with Yan Kejun in the past six years, yet she was suddenly photographed now, I feel like everything is too coincidental..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Jihan shot a cold look over.
"Noisy!" he spat.
Shen Kang didn't dare to speak any more.
Uh, Miss Song Yinyin, I've already helped you, but Mr. Lu is so furious, I'm powerless.
