Chen Xishan squinted her eyes, "Miss Su, are you trying to push me to death?"
She asked again, "Can't you be a bit more merciful?"
Su Ruanruan chuckled softly.
She countered, "Su Nuan died tragically, why wasn't Madam Xishan merciful?"
Chen Xishan's heart trembled.
Su Nuan... she remembered, that sick girl.
She wanted to say something more.
Su Ruanruan's gentle voice came over from the other side, "Madam Xishan, you might as well start counting the days. Once seven days pass, you'll have no place to stand in Yangcheng!"
Chen Xishan was not reconciled.
She retorted sarcastically, "Miss Su, you're gloating too early."
But the call was already disconnected, the receiver emitting a beep... beep... beep... sound.
Each beep sounded like a death knell.
Chen Xishan slumped into the leather chair.
After a moment, she regained her senses and immediately dialed numerous numbers, seeking help.
