On the other side of the phone, Ye Jiaren's eyes suddenly widened like a cow's, "Wen Laibao?"
How could she be with Wen Ningyu?
Wen Jiaren laughed and replied, "That's right, it's me. Mr. Wen is living at my place now. Don't worry, I will take good care of him, treat him just like my own father. After all, he gave me such a big gift, a Divine Artifact, a priceless treasure. I naturally have to thank him properly, wouldn't you say so, Lady Ye?"
Wen Jiaren's tone was truly infuriating.
Still not fully recovered, Ye Jiaren felt a faint pain in her chest, a metallic taste of blood rising in her throat. If she hadn't been suppressing it with great effort, she might have spat out a mouthful of blood right then.
"Wen Laibao, you vile creature."
Concerning her image no longer, Ye Jiaren exclaimed, "You tricked me out of my Extreme Pupil Ring. Return it to me, or I won't let you off."
