The voice was a woman's, and Yu Qingzhu couldn't help but fly into a rage, "Who's lurking there? Dare to come out and speak up?"
Had it been a man's voice, perhaps she could have tolerated it, but she couldn't stand a woman's.
She didn't think about why she felt this way, but simply believed that she couldn't let this slide.
Feng Jun had already recognized the voice—it was indeed Sister Hong.
Then, two figures emerged from the darkness, as expected, it was Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin.
Zhang Caixin looked at Yu Qingzhu with a mock smile, "I said it. Although your surname is Yu, when it comes to knowledge about overseas, you are no match for me... Those capitalists care about privacy? You must be joking!"
Her tone was a bit forceful, but putting that aside, her exotic features alone were quite persuasive—you look at me and still dare to doubt?
