"Hiding a ghost corpse."
Wu Yue said irritably, "Your parents just found you, I won't allow you to die like this."
A hint of displeasure and a deeper indifference surfaced in her misty eyes. Despite her seemingly soft and obedient appearance, her words and tone were domineering.
Cheng Pingxi was momentarily taken aback.
Wu Yue had not yet made a decision.
Upon hearing Cheng Pingxi say that he would leave the inheritance to them, Wu Yue felt a strange unease arise in her heart without warning.
She saved him.
From both a humanitarian and legal perspective, she could not allow Cheng Pingxi to die.
【Aaaaaaah, God of War!!! I love you—】
[That's exactly what I was waiting for!]
The vitality of a blank form!!!
[Sobbing, I'm totally shipping this brother and sister!]
Despite her physical discomfort from the ghost, Wu Yue quickly grabbed Cheng Pingxi's wrist and led him away.
Poor little Cuihua carried the 200-pound Lei Hengshan behind her, swaying back and forth.
Having received a signal from Wu Yue, Lu Shu quickly cleaned up the scene and turned off all the lights on the second floor.
As for Cheng Pingxi's cold body, he threw it onto his back. Before leaving, Lu Shu took a mask from Cheng Pingxi's room and put it on.
This was merely to prevent himself from smelling the blood on Cheng Pingxi on the road and devouring him.
As Song Congbo and his group pushed open the door, the group of six disappeared into the night, where thick fog surged through the darkness.
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"Brother Song, your phone..." the scolded and aggrieved assistant weakly reminded him.
Song Congbo took out his phone and looked at the unfamiliar number on the screen, intending to hang up.
"Brother Song, it might be Brother Cheng. Or maybe his phone died and he borrowed someone else's phone to make the call."
Song Congbo's finger, which had been swiping left on the screen, immediately turned right upon hearing this. "Hello?"
"Hello, are you Mr. Song? I'm Wu Yue."
A cool and polite voice came from the phone. Song Congbo quickly remembered the little girl he wanted to seduce into the fish farming industry, and her image appeared in his mind at the same time.
Her voice softened unconsciously: "It's me, Miss Wu. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"My parents took my brother back to our hometown today to pay respects to our ancestors and reconnect with our clan. My brother's phone was accidentally broken, so he asked me to call you. I'm so sorry I only just got around to telling you. I'd like to ask for three days off. If there are any losses that need to be compensated, we'll take care of it."
"This... okay, I understand." After hearing the explanation, Song Congbo felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. At least Xiao Xi was safe now.
Wu Yue had once worked as an agent in the world of quick transmigration, and she knew that popular stars like Cheng Pingxi had so many work commitments every day that they couldn't count them on two hands. If they had to stop working, it would be a loss of millions or tens of millions.
Although Song Congbo said it was okay, he still felt resentful.
The spirit of Cheng Pingxi beside her was staring at her speechlessly. Wu Yue tugged at the corner of her mouth and spoke politely again: "I didn't tell Mr. Song before, but our Wu family is also very wealthy and powerful. Dad mentioned last time that he wanted to set up a company specifically for my brother. How about Mr. Song be the director?"
Wu Yue held the phone further away and shouted in a slightly lowered voice, "...Hey, Mom, I'm coming right now!"
"Mr. Song, I have something urgent to attend to. Let's talk later."
"Okay, goodbye, Miss Wu."
Song Congbo hung up the phone, a slow smile spreading across his face.
The assistant noticed that Song Congbo's expression visibly changed from one of fury to one of radiant smiles, with three question marks above his head.
Who is this Miss Wu? How could she make Brother Song so happy?
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