CEO Zhao has been reborn!
She died at a comic convention in the most frustrating way possible, truly died!
The reborn CEO Zhao found the comic convention again and restarted her journe...
Various speculations swirled in Butler Zhu's mind, the most immediate thought being that the money had been stolen, and that someone had been eyeing it for a long time!
He handed the draft to the young master; it was worth thirty thousand. Who wouldn't be tempted by that?
Situ Ming lay on the soft bed, while Butler Zhu held anti-inflammatory medicine. The wound on his chest was showing signs of reopening.
The injuries were obvious; the victim had been assaulted. Seeing the ring of teeth marks around the neck only fueled my anger. Is this how thieves rob people these days?
It even bites?
Seeing the increasingly angry look in Butler Zhu's eyes, Situ Ming coughed, but didn't dare to tell the truth—it would be too embarrassing!
How come he never managed to gain the upper hand even once?
Seeing the wound on his chest bleeding again, his eyes turned red. "Young Master, who the hell did this? Robbing people is one thing, but how could they beat someone up like this?"
Situ Ming could only say, "It's alright, Uncle Zhu. I gave the money to Zhao Xiaoyue. I fell down by myself."
Butler Zhu clearly didn't believe it; could a wrestling match really leave teeth marks?
Situ Ming frowned, and Butler Zhu didn't ask any more questions.
Alright, whatever the young master says goes!
While Situ Ming was busy treating his wounds, Zhao Xiaoyue returned to Huanhai Town in a cheerful mood.
I stayed for a month, exploring every mountain in the area.
To outsiders, Zhao Xiaoyue was learning things from Master Pu.
The mysterious old man has a secret, but he just won't tell Zhao Xiaoyue.
All they know is how to grow flowers.
The hyacinths faded, but the lilies bloomed in their place.
Fiery red, pure white, the difference is that there is always a person in a long robe next to that grave.
It wasn't until a month later, when Uncle Pu packed his clothes, that he and Zhao Xiaoyue returned to Haishi.
Before leaving, Uncle Pu looked at Huo Qingqing's grave, his sorrow flowing like a river.
Zhao Xiaoyue waited quietly to the side.