Bai Ruiqing stood there, then suddenly slumped down. In rage and disregard for the injury on his arm, he ripped the gauze off and threw it away viciously.
Bai Qianqian, you want to go abroad, but I won't let that happen!
Beiming Shasha stepped out of Bai Ruiqing's apartment and returned to her red sports car, in high spirits. She opened the mirror, looked at herself, and touched up her makeup.
Looking at her perfect makeup, she pulled out her phone and called Firefox.
The phone rang for a while without anyone picking it up. Beiming Shasha furrowed her brows in irritation. How dare Firefox not answer her call?
She dialed again, and this time the call was quickly picked up. Just as Beiming Shasha was about to speak, she heard bizarre noises over the line, and some unusual sounds…
Beiming Shasha, who was fixing her hair, stopped her hand. Her face turned pale instantly. She didn't hang up, but kept listening to the noises on the other end of the phone quietly.
