"No."
Rong Shang didn't like discussing things unrelated to work with the people around her.
She put on her coat, went out the back door, and got into the car.
I think of some things when I close my eyes.
She opened her eyes and reached out her hand. "My phone."
When the topic of cell phones came up, the assistant suddenly remembered, "Your uncle just called you, it seemed like he had something to tell you."
"Yeah?"
Her tone was languid, and Rong Shang didn't even lift her eyelids when she spoke.
She opened her call log and saw that two missed calls and one answered call were all from Zhong Xia's father.
I didn't call him back immediately.
Rong Shang clicked on the text message option.
No, there's nothing today.
Since she said she would call the police last night, the other party has not shown up.
Thinking about it, I guess she probably intimidated me.
...
go home.
Rong Shang had long forgotten about Zhong Xia's father.
She did not call the other party.
As soon as I got home, I took a shower and ate some late-night snack.
After a flurry of activity, it was already past eleven o'clock.
Perhaps there really is something urgent to say.
Around midnight, Mr. Zhong called.
At that moment, Rong Shang answered the phone.
He first inquired why he hadn't returned his call.
Rong Shang lied, saying that she had been busy until now and had only just gotten home.
I was just about to call him when he called me.
Well, Mr. Zhong was fairly fair to the two sisters; he didn't show favoritism or bias towards one of them.
He believed her when she said that.
He also added with concern, "Don't work so hard, take better care of your health."
We chatted briefly.
Then we got to the main topic.
It turned out that Zhong's father was upset because Zhong Ru had gone to him to complain about how she had inexplicably scolded him.
Zhong's father understood the original owner quite well.
It's not about immediately criticizing her.
They simply asked, "Have you been under too much pressure lately?"
She wasn't like this before.
This child has a gentle personality and rarely loses his temper.
We should do as Zhong Ru said and scold her before anything has even happened.
Mr. Zhong was still not quite convinced.
Rong Shang wanted to laugh when she heard this.
This Zhong Ru really is like a child.
He holds grudges and loves to tattle.
"No, that's not true," she said. "I was a bit tired last night, and she kept calling, but she wouldn't listen to anything I said, so I couldn't help myself..."
"Okay, okay, you need to get some rest."
"I understand, Dad."
So, shall we hang up?
She didn't say anything, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to intend to hang up.
Another thing was mentioned later.
This is the blind date that Zhongru told her last night.
This family... Rong Shang didn't want to talk about it.
The original owner was only twenty-four years old this year.
She is at the prime of her youth.
Are they afraid she won't be able to get married?
"Dad," he said, both amused and exasperated, "I don't go on blind dates."
What era are we living in? Still going on blind dates?
They're after someone else's money, aren't they?
“I heard it from my sister, but Dad, do you think I don’t earn enough money to live on?”
She suddenly said that.
Mr. Zhong was stunned, only then realizing that she had misunderstood.
"You silly child, your father isn't selling his daughter."
Forget about money.
"I just thought it would be good to have another person by your side to take care of you."
take care of?
If the other party really is a young master from a wealthy family.
It's hard to say who will be taking care of whom.
There's absolutely no way she could go.
If the paparazzi catch us in the act, it'll be all over the news tomorrow.
They said she went on blind dates because she was after other people's money.
She wouldn't do something that would harm herself 100 times over.
"Dad, don't worry about my affairs."
"I don't want to get married right now."
"No, this person was introduced by your third aunt. You know your third aunt's temper..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
