Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 222: Once Sister Xian Makes a Move, You’ll Know if There Is Any!

The director watched the scene unfold, wanting to say something but holding back, eventually just supporting the disheveled Cheng Feiyu.

This move, intended to make an example out of one to warn others, left Fang Zhi completely dumbfounded.

She hadn’t expected the seemingly gentle and charming Wen Xian to be like this in private.

“Miss Fang, should I add you or will you add me?”

As she spoke, Wen Xian had already opened WeChat, smiling and looking at her.

It seemed she didn’t allow any refusal.

Fang Zhi: “…”

Her gaze flickered slightly, and when she looked at Wen Xian again, there was clearly a deeper meaning in her eyes.

Wen Xian just watched her take out her phone and open WeChat.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

Her WeChat name–Tranquil Heart?

If she remembered correctly, the WeChat account the police had found before was called “Calm and Peaceful.”

Staring at her WeChat name, it seemed both within and beyond her expectations.

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Under pressure, Fang Zhi took the initiative to add her.

Once Wen Xian approved the request, she immediately checked Fang Zhi’s WeChat ID, her eyes flickering.

It wasn’t, it wasn’t the same as the criminal ID the police had found.

Wen Xian’s lips curled slightly, then her gaze fell on her… phone.

Was there only this one WeChat account in that phone?

As Fang Zhi’s gaze met hers, Wen Xian’s eyes were pitch-black, like swirling vortexes, making one instinctively feel danger.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she spoke again, her voice slid softly, “Miss Wen, I’ll arrange this matter quickly and take you to find the dog.”

Wen Xian, with her arms crossed, stared at her, her lips slightly curled, “Good, I’ll be waiting.”

She wanted to see how she would take her to find her son Ping’an’s body!

After Fang Zhi left with forced calmness, Wen Xian did not care about the beaten Cheng Feiyu and followed out unhurriedly.

She watched Fang Zhi’s departing figure, her lips curling slightly with a hint of mockery.

Far from the press conference venue.

Fang Zhi looked around and walked to a photography studio where they had filmed before, then finally bowed her head and took out her phone, dialing a number.

It was cold outside at this time, and everyone had gone inside, leaving only a few odd-job workers setting up outside.

She waited patiently for a moment, and her phone buzzed as someone finally picked up.

“Hello, what’s the situation!? Why isn’t anyone responding to our messages?”

After saying this, whatever was said on the other end made her face instantly pale: “What, all our people have been captured!?”

As soon as she let that slip, she quickly realized her mistake and hurriedly covered the phone microphone.

After looking around and seeing no activity, she lowered her voice again and said calmly, “Make sure you shut them up. This can’t be hidden for long. I’ll compensate them well when they’re out!”

After speaking, as if something occurred to her, she slowly added, “Kill a three-month-old wolf dog, run it over with a car, make it bloody and unrecognizable. The less recognizable, the better. Bury it somewhere for me, send me the location, and I’ll bring someone over tonight to check.”

As she spoke these words, a cold look flashed in her eyes, and killing a pet felt as simple as crushing an ant.

Having given her orders, she hung up the phone.

She walked out of the photography studio, and as she walked with her head down, her gaze landed on a pair of shoes right in front of her, and her steps suddenly stiffened.

She looked up.

Wen Xian stood there, one hand crossed in front of her, the other holding a phone that was in recording mode.

“…”

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