Besides, he was sure Hua Xiaotian wouldn't be the only one to plead for them.
Qin Fan let out a cold, leisurely laugh, his gaze toward the grand courtyard filled with killing intent.
BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!
Not long after he hung up on Hua Xiaotian, his phone buzzed again. It was a blocked, unfamiliar number.
"Hello?" Qin Fan swiped the screen and answered coolly.
"Hello, Qin Fan. This is Wang Anshi."
In a restricted compound in Beijing, Elder Wang sat at his desk, holding the receiver and smiling gently.
"Wang Anshi? Who are you? Do I know you?" Qin Fan frowned, the name not ringing a bell.
Silence fell on the other end of the line. Elder Wang was stunned.
He doesn't recognize me? Qin Fan actually doesn't recognize me? Is he joking?
"You don't recognize me?" Elder Wang asked after a few seconds, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Should I?" Qin Fan chuckled playfully.
