Chapter 197

• “You’re playing me.” Francis didn’t pick up his phone. He didn’t say he knew who Zhang Ximan was or that he’d come here just for her. “This WhatsApp contact of yours is obviously for customers only. Chatting with you here is like wishing to the heavens—no matter what I say, I get nothing back.”
• Zhang Ximan looked at Francis, a hint of admiration surfacing. The guy was sharper than she’d thought.
• Francis pushed further. “Add me with your real, private account.”