Ying Yuexuan saw that Zhong Manhua was on a call, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, she wouldn't have to listen to Zhong Manhua pour her heart out to her anymore.
She was ready to go back to her bedroom to rest.
But after only two steps, she heard Zhong Manhua respond with an incredulous tone.
"What? Ask Ying Zijin for help? Are you crazy, or did I hear wrong?"
Ying Yuexuan's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and she turned her head in confusion, "Mom?"
"What IBI?" Zhong Manhua seemed to have heard a joke, "What do you think the IBI is? A farmers market? Do you think I don't know that the IBI is the International Bureau of Investigation?"
"Fine, let me say this, Yuan Lisi, you're divorced from my third brother now, you're no longer part of the Zhong Family, why should I help you?"
"Alright, even if you were still my sister-in-law, it would be impossible for me to ask Ying Zijin for help. Not in this lifetime."