Lu Heting said word by word, "I won't let you get hurt in this matter."
Su Bei calmed down.
"Where are you?" asked Lu Heting in a low voice.
"I'm going to the company. I should be back soon."
"I'll pick you up later. Don't run around. Wait for me at the gate of the company, okay?"
"Okay," Su Bei said in a brisk tone.
After hanging up the phone, a touch of coldness flashed through Lu Heting's eyes.
From the moment Fang Shaocong harassed Su Bei, Fang Shaocong had been dead in Lu Heting's heart.
Lu Heting gave him time to go crazy. Then Lu Heting would let him come to no good end.
And now, Fang Shaocong took the initiative to provoke, which accelerated his steps on the road of destruction.
When things were getting more and more complicated, Fang Shaocong received an interview.
The reporter asked, "Mr. Fang, can you tell us something about the female artist in the same group?"
