C38 The Dancer's Dead Soul

I was just about to mock him when my phone rang again. I didn't even look at it before answering, "Lin Weiwei, don't come looking for me anymore. I don't need your thanks!"

After I finished speaking, just as I was about to hang up, Zheng Nan's voice came from inside. "Boss?"

I couldn't help but reach out to support my forehead. "What is it?"

"Boss, someone called the police. A dead man