Isla didn't save the number, but she knew who it was at a glance. Frowning and wanting to hang up, thinking about the endless calls from the man last time, he still pressed the answer button: "What's the matter?"
"Isla, the wind blows well on your pillow." The voice of Mark. Isla was taken aback when she heard this. What does it mean? She didn't blame him for hurting her yesterday, but now he started to blame him. "Mark has something to say, don't be weird."
Hearing this, Mark squeezed his phone fiercely and gritted his teeth, "My batch of cosmetics was reported, do you dare to say that you didn't ask Shawn to do it?"
"I cannot understand what you say?" she frowned, feeling puzzled. What cosmetics is he talking about? She knew that Fisher family had a business in this area. Mark wanted
