Curtis said in a calm yet cold voice, "What else do you know?"
Zhang Xin pursed his lips. He couldn't bring himself to say what he had witnessed before.
However, Curtis said on his behalf, "You've written a love letter to Snow, come to Muir's house, and you followed her today…"
Suddenly feeling his hair stand on end, Zhang Xin straightened his back. "Who are you?"
Instead of answering, Curtis asked, "Now, tell me how you found out about my number."
"You've worked part-time at an advertisement company before. It's not hard to find your contact number," replied Zhang Xin.
"Qin Feiyan…" Curtis leaned lazily on the branch, his sharp nail leaving a deep scar on the tree bark.
As the sound of a sharp object scratching a hard surface entered Zhang Xin's ear via the phone, goosebumps rose all over his skin.
A sinister male voice then rang from the other end again. "Where are you now?"