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

He threw the note to Wanyan Lingyue.

"Turn reinforcements?

But can the eighteen digit numbers be opened?"

Han Yuyuan glanced at me before and said, "Do you want to lend me a cell phone to you?"

Many people present followed suit and joked.

But Wanyan Lingyue's heart was cold.

She stared at the notes.

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

And it belongs to the head of the family, the seven-star war coach Wanyan Hong.

What hit her eyes was that the name on the note was exactly the word Wanyan Hong.

Wanyan Lingyue could also recognize that this was written by the head of the family Wanyan Hong.

The dragon and the phoenix dance, showing the fierce murderous intent.

This also shows the friendship between Ye Fan and Wanyan Hongqian.

Although she is also a backbone of the Wanyan family and the Minister of Commercial Crime, she still has great respect for Wanyan Hong.

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

She squeezed out: "You know the head of the family..." "Ba—" Ye Fan did not say nonsense and directly slapped Wanyan Lingyue in the face.

With a loud bang, there were five fingerprints on Wanyan Lingyue's face.

"Bare me to death!"

Ye Fan had a blank expression on his face: "Aren't you going to shoot me to death?

Come on, hurry up.”

Wanyan Lingyue's eyes ached, her face was full of anger, but she was frozen there and she didn't dare to move.

"Come on, shoot."

Ye Fan slapped Wanyan Lingyue's teeth fell down.
Chapter completed!