Zhang Dongyi looked at Han Shengmei in surprise.
"I just want to talk to you now, don't answer anyone's call, okay?" Han Shengmei begged with a pitiful look at Zhang Dongyi.
Zhang Dongyi nodded, "Okay!" He would agree to anything as long as it made her happy.
"Cousin, you're so kind!" Han Shengmei kissed Zhang Dongyi's cheek. She was feeling a bit scared now; she knew her brother's temper, and once she angered him, no one could save her. Now, only her cousin could help her.
Han Zaiye had waited for a long time, and seeing that Zhang Dongyi was not answering the calls, he confirmed his suspicions. He ended the call and dialed another number, commanding in a deep voice, "Go to Fushan Road number 394 and bring the young lady back."
As Han Shengmei waited for Zhang Dongyi to arrange the manpower, she heard a knock on the door and looked towards Zhang Dongyi, worried it might be her brother.
