Mrs. Yuan was also anxious and angry, immediately pulling out her phone.
She indeed considered herself a reasonable person. If Liu Zhizhong had this level of connections, then the Yuan family really couldn't suppress him.
Of course, she had to verify it!
While flipping through her contacts, Mrs. Yuan snickered, "I'll ask President Qian first, huh!"
Zheng Xitong nodded, gesturing with his hands, with a spring-like smile on his face, his expression clearly saying: Go ahead, ask, please, ask!
Soon, Mrs. Yuan found the phone number, and dialed it on speaker.
In no time, a hoarse voice came through her beautiful phone: "Hello, who is this?"
Liu Zhizhong had never met Qian Xuan's father. He wasn't even seen at Zheng Sanjing's funeral farewell ceremony.
Mrs. Yuan rudely said, "Qian Long, don't pretend to be old. It's me, Zhou Jinhua!"
"Oh, hehe, it's classmate Jinhua! Sigh, people get old, it's normal. How can I help you, classmate Jinhua?"
