On the day I ruined my rival and made her go bankrupt, Yu Wan set a trap to humiliate Tang Yue.
The next morning, she found herself being severely dealt with by him.
On the day my rival...
Tang Yue frowned, his expression changed as if he had thought of something, and he quickly set off in that direction.
My arm was suddenly grabbed.
He turned around and saw Ji Yun Chu crying with tears streaming down her face, and a feeling of disgust grew in his heart.
"Let go." His voice was utterly cold.
Ji Yun Chu was startled. When she met those sharp, knife-like eyes, a chill ran through her, and she let go of his hand in a daze.
Tang Yue immediately chased after the source of the sound. The corridor at the corner was empty, with only a trash can lying on the ground.
He raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples. Without a doubt, the person who had been hiding here was Yu Wan.
really.
When Tang Yue returned to the shooting range, he found it deserted except for a few staff members cleaning up the area, and he had a bad feeling.
He stepped forward and asked someone casually. The person stared blankly at the face that often appeared on financial channels, and after a long while, said, "They've all left."
Tang Yue hurriedly chased after it to the parking lot and just saw the blue sports car speed away, leaving only the loud engine sound in the wind.
He took out his phone and dialed her number, only to be met with a cold female voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, please try again later..."
"..."
A helpless smile appeared on Tang Yue's lips. He never expected that one day he would not only be blocked on WeChat, but also blocked on his phone number, and by the same person!
Just then, the valet, with sharp eyes, jogged up and asked, "Mr. Tang, are you leaving now? I'll bring your car over."
Tang Yue was about to nod when a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he asked, "Where is the nearest bus stop?"
"!!!"
a long time.
Watching that tall and imposing figure disappear into the distance, the parking attendant's lips twitched uncontrollably. He scratched his head in disbelief. Why would a rich person choose to walk an hour to take the bus instead of driving a luxury car? Is this how rich people are these days?