"Feifei, I asked Auntie to make you some soup. Go to the kitchen and drink it in a bit."

Wang Feifei didn't listen at all. She went back to her room, lay on the bed, and cried in a low voice. A little while later, her phone rang.

"The job's done, when will you get paid?" the person on the other end asked casually.

Wang Feifei's eyes widened, and she breathed heavily, "You still want money? They took those kinds of photos of her, and you still want money?"

The person on the other end was confused: "Didn't you say it would cost 200,000 after the photos were taken?"

Wang Feifei's already muddled mind was now completely in disarray, and upon hearing him mention the photos, she exclaimed, "Fuck your mother!"

"Let me tell you, my second uncle is the director of the Public Security Bureau. If you dare to release these photos, I'll have him arrest you all!" After saying that, Wang Feifei lay on the bed and started sobbing.

She simply couldn't understand how things had turned out this way!

Bai Yan, it's that bitch Bai Yan, she knows it in her heart!

But she hired the people and paid for it herself. What could she do but swallow her pride and suffer in silence?

Just then, her phone rang again. Wang Feifei answered, her voice still a little choked up, "Hello."

Song Sisi held the phone and tentatively asked, "Feifei, I called you earlier but you didn't answer. What are you doing?" She knew that Wang Hui and the others went to the back mountain this afternoon. Wang Feifei's plan should have succeeded, right?

To everyone's surprise, the other end of the phone hung up immediately. Song Sisi frowned, displeased with her spoiled princess attitude.

After thinking for a moment, he used his alternate number to call Wang Hui again.