The call was quickly answered, and a voice altered by a voice changer came through, "Hello?"
He Hui hurriedly said, "Mr. Li, it was you who told me to say that before. Now the reporters want me to produce medical records, but the illness was made up by me, I can't produce them at all. What should I do now?"
The paparazzo's expression changed slightly, and he said indifferently, "I don't know what you're talking about, you have the wrong number."
He Hui, "Mr. Li, I—"
Before she could finish her words, the person on the other end of the phone hung up.
He Hui's daughter-in-law sobbed, "Mom, could it be that the paparazzo sensed something was wrong, so abandoned us?"
He Hui's son also said sternly, "It must be so. Our phones can't reach him, but using a new number got through immediately. Try calling back with this phone again, I guess it won't connect anymore."
