Ye Fan laughed when he heard this: "Minister Wanyan wants to bully others?"

"boom--"

Wanyan Lingyue shot next to Ye Fan, and a chair shattered with a bang.

She was condescending: "If you keep chirping, do you think I dare to beat you to death?"

"Whoosh——"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and took out a note from his pocket.

The note contained only a name and a handwritten phone number.

The number is eighteen digits.

This is the private number Wan Yanhong left for Ye Fan in the capital.

The purpose is to soften the impact of Wu Juecheng's injury.

Ye Fan also stayed out of politeness, but he didn't expect that it would be of use today.

He threw the note to Wanyan Lingyue.

"Moving for reinforcements? Can we get through the 18-digit number?"

Han Yuyuan came forward and glanced at her: "Would you like to lend me my mobile phone to make a call?"

Many people present were joking.

But Wanyan Lingyue's heart became cold.

She stared intently at the note.

Han Yuyuan and the others didn't know, but Wanyan Lingyue knew that the eighteen-digit phone number really existed.

And it belongs to the head of the family, the Seven-Star War Commander Wan Yanhong.

What struck her was that the name on the note was exactly Wan Yanhong.

Wanyan Lingyue could still recognize that it was written by the head of the family, Wanyan Hong himself.

Dragons and phoenixes dance, showing fierce killing intent.

This also shows the close friendship between Ye Fan and Wanyan Hong.

Although she is also the backbone of the Wanyan family and the director of commercial crime, she is still in awe of Wanyanhong.

Wanyan Lingyue's mouth was dry and she was very surprised that Ye Fan had Wanyanhong's private number.

She squeezed out: "You know the head of the family..."

"Snapped--"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and slapped Wanyan Lingyue on the face.

There was a loud noise, and five fingerprints appeared on Wanyan Lingyue's face.

"Kill me!"

Ye Fan was expressionless: "Aren't you going to shoot me? Come on, hurry up."

Wanyan Lingyue's eyes hurt, and her face was full of anger, but she froze there, not daring to move.

"Come on, shoot."

Ye Fan slapped Wanyan Lingyue again, so hard that one of Wanyan Lingyue's teeth fell out.
Chapter completed!