Yang Fan clicked on the voice message the woman had sent eleven minutes ago to someone else. The recording played their conversation, and the content was crystal clear.
Yang Fan chuckled, "How did you manage it? Truly discreet, I didn't notice a thing."
He hadn't paid any attention to when the woman sent her message to someone else.
Careless indeed.
No wonder these people suddenly barged in—it was because the woman sent a distress signal.
"What do you plan to do now? Want me to give you another chance to call for help?" Yang Fan leaned down and looked at the woman, a faint smirk on his face as he asked indifferently.
Having just received a slap from Yang Fan, her right cheek was visibly swollen.
A beauty turned a little ugly.
Looking pitifully at Yang Fan, she shook her head repeatedly and said, "Big bro, I was wrong, I'll pay, I'll pay!"
