The murderer must have relished her misery at her lowest and most despondent moment. Who else could it be, if not that slut?
Thinking of this, Jing Yiren stood up and returned to the dining table to pick up her phone and dial a number.
She hadn't saved this number, but even after changing phones, she always remembered it.
The call was quickly answered on the other end.
Jing Yiren snorted with laughter, then spoke indifferently.
"What a flawless conspiracy, Li Tong! Did you think you could crush me with this?"
"Oh! Jing Yiren! It's really rare for you to call me. What's the matter?" Li Tong deliberately ignored Jing Yiren's topic.
The corners of Jing Yiren's mouth curved, and her eyes narrowed slightly, showing an unprecedented ruthlessness.
"Li Tong, listen carefully. I, Jing Yiren, have disdained playing with you, which is why I haven't made a move until now. Since you want to play, let's play to the fullest. I will make your death very ugly."
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