Leng Youchen's expression was serene, yet a sharp intensity lurked in the depths of his eyes. His cool voice gradually rose, "Two months ago, my wife made a phone call to you. I think you share a special relationship."
He had always harbored a question. Two months ago, Wei Anjing had borrowed a satellite phone to make two calls. Why was one of them made to Gu Chengjue and not Leng Yanbo?
Logically speaking, Leng Yanbo should have been the person she most wanted to contact.
"I'm sorry, I don't know the Third Young Lady. Maybe she got the wrong number," Gu Chengjue felt slightly astonished. Residing in Southern City, he seldom visited Beicheng and was only there to attend an event in place of his father. He had heard of the name Wei Anjing purely because it differed by only one character from Wei Anning.