C365 The Flame of Hatred

"Ling Fei'er, you still know to call me. Don't you have the guts..."

Ling Fei'er could only take the phone away from her ear to avoid the ear-piercing sound of the explosion.

"Ling Fei'er, I have said so much. Why the f * ck are you saying something to me?"

Moh Yang looked at the five phones on the table that had been turned off. The one in his hand was already the sixth one