Wen Ran's little mouth seemed to be spitting poison, rattling on, recounting everything she saw yesterday.
Of course, she didn't mention the live spring dream she witnessed—Wen Ran was tactful and glossed over it.
Even so, it was enough to make the team leader's vision go dark repeatedly.
He never expected that within the team, someone would be involved in such flesh trade.
"Is this true?"
"Absolutely true."
The team leader's hands trembled, "You, you tell me now, who exactly is involved in this flesh trade?"
"Well, it's hard for me to say, anyway, Liu Tianci is going to break it off with that woman. It wouldn't make sense for me to bring it up now."
Wen Ran didn't plan to drag someone into it, sighed, "Even though I really dislike Zhang Sisi, but in this matter, Zhang Sisi is truly just unlucky."
Of course, soon Wen Ran couldn't find sympathy for Zhang Sisi.
After all, if she sympathized with Zhang Sisi, then, who would sympathize with her, the unlucky one?
