C2067 2067

Yu Lin didn't explain. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, he said coldly, "Little Black Skin, do it."

"Alright." A vigorous but fawning voice sounded from the phone, "Big Sister, just watch carefully. I guarantee that it will be done beautifully."

Hearing the words "Little Black Skin," Yang Junsong seemed to have guessed something