"What? That damn Ning Fan, he, he, he actually had the audacity to say he would kill Young Master Bao too?"
"Are you kidding me? That worthless piece of trash, Ning Fan, even if he doesn't care about his own life, how could he possibly kill Young Master Bao? He'd probably be killed by the Bao Family's bodyguards before he even got close to their house!"
"Exactly, exactly, don't panic, don't panic. If that bastard Ning Fan goes to kill Young Master Bao, isn't that just suicide? Maybe he's already dead! Tingting, do you have Young Master Bao's phone number? Why don't you give him a call and ask?"
Ma Xiulian, Ma Fugui, and Pan Dajiang continuously reassured themselves.
Under their reassurance, Pan Ting plucked up the courage to take out her phone, find Bao Longfei's number, and press the dial button.
She had secretly memorized this number from Wang Guanxi's phone before.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable! Sorry..."
A mechanical voice came from the phone.