The message had barely been sent out when her phone started to ring urgently.
Seeing the name displayed on the caller ID, Qin Wan hesitated, her pale fingers pressing the answer button.
Fu Minghan's voice came through the phone, low and gentle, "Wanwan."
"I've contacted my brother, and he is doing well over there. The previous deal is off, and you should no longer concern yourself with this matter."
Qin Wan's cold and ruthless words were like a dagger crossing the Pacific Ocean, piercing Fu Minghan's heart with precision.
He asked with a hurt tone, "Wanwan, do you really believe Mu Shaochen that much? Just because he said your brother is fine, you believed him?"
Qin Wan scoffed coldly, "I don't trust any of you, but I do believe my brother."
"You spoke to Qin Zheng on the phone?"
"Yes."
A moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
