Su Cheng was driving a red Ferrari roaming around the city.
He was not prepared to give up just yet as he planned to persuade Lu Zhaoyang to take up a career in the performing arts, to make money for him. He called Lu Zhaoyang while he was in the city, circumventing Huo Yunting, whom he saw as an obstacle in this case.
"Su... Cheng?" Lu Zhaoyang instantly came to her senses.
Recalling the first time they met in the capital, her blood froze. "How did you get my number?"
"It is not hard to get your number. The pertinent question is: where are you now? Come out and meet up, I promise to send you to Hollywood! How much can you earn working as a secretary?" Su Cheng gradually slowed down his car. "Little beauty, tell me your address. Zhaoyang, little beauty, hello?"
All Su Cheng heard was a disconnect tone. Unbelievable.
Damn it. Did she just hang up on him?
Su Cheng did not give up. He called again.
She had switched off her phone.
