I, Fan Yu’s Woman (30)
The assistant's call soon came back.
"Young master fan, we chased you all the way to the vicinity of your villa. Just as we were about to lock onto the exact location, the other party seemed to have sensed something and suddenly went offline. In an instant, all the signal was lost!"
"..."
Fan Yu's expression instantly turned cold.
He did not say anything and directly hung up the phone.
His gaze landed in front of the wardrobe, and the image of Qiao yuanfei, whose clothes were disheveled, climbing down from his bed and pouncing in front of the wardrobe to wrap herself in her coat seemed to flash before his eyes once again.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a devilish smile.
He picked up his nightgown and casually draped it over his body before strolling out.
It did not matter that the signal was cut off. She was still in his villa.