Chuzheng spent the last few minutes spending a million, then leaned against a dark corner to catch her breath.
Whirr, Whirr, Whirr—
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Chuzheng fumbled it out and glanced at the screen, a name flashing—Shang Yu.
Her step-father.
Without any hesitation, she hung up and blocked the number.
Calling her at this time, he must be up to no good.
Only a fool would answer.
Chuzheng stuffed her phone back into her pocket and took a ride back to her place.
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Yan Xiu and his group came from wealthy and powerful families; even if they were taken away, they'd be fine soon enough.
But the next day, Chuzheng didn't see that Hummer.
It was probably confiscated by his family.
Yan Xiu glanced at her from a distance, his expression a bit strange, which made her feel uneasy.
He couldn't possibly know it was me who reported him, right?
No way.
Anyway, I just need to deny it.
