C35 The Missing Woman

Lin Xingchao had lived to seventy years old, and no one dared to speak to him in such a way. His face immediately turned cold, "Call me this old man in the middle of the night, and I'll question him as soon as I get here. Are all the youngsters nowadays so uncultured?"

Lin Yan was not the least bit intimidated by his words, "I am not in the mood to play this game with you right now, Mr. Lin