As soon as Ni Qianxun parked the car, the mobile phone in her bag rang. She glanced at the black handbag placed on the passenger seat, because her mobile phone was used to vibrating and ringing at the same time. At this moment, the bag also seemed to dance with the persistent ringtone of the mobile phone. She knew who it was without looking at her. Sure enough, she took the bag and took out her cell phone. Just as she connected, a sharp female voice came from the other side: "Where are you? Are you regretting it? Ni, please don't harm our family anymore. Do you really want us, the old Yao family, to die off your descendants?"