Zhan Ji looked at the string of code and analyzed it for a while before understanding what it meant. "Is it saying to send the photo to him?"
When Wen Meimei was using the computer, she didn't like being disturbed. Without saying a word, she silently sent the photo over.
After a while, the computer received a new message.
Wild Crocodile: I know her. Leave it to me, don't worry.
Red Scarf: Can I still trust you?
Wild Crocodile: You can choose not to trust me, but you don't have other options.
Red Scarf: Don't get cocky, one day when I'm upset I'll hand you over to the international police.
Wild Crocodile: Ha...
Ha your uncle!
Wen Meimei wasn't in the mood to joke with that guy. She looked up at Qiao King of Hell's dark face. "Um... Luo Liu said to leave this matter to him. He told me I don't need to worry."
Qiao Chengxun clearly saw a different look on his wife's face. "Were you flirting with him?"
Flirt your uncle!
