Song Zhizhi walked into a bedroom in the guesthouse.
After taking a shower, she pulled out her cell phone to make a call.
The only person who could help her at the moment was Ji Baijian.
She had asked for his help numerous times and would repay him in the future. Those who wronged her would surely meet their doom! The law of the universe would certainly repay his kindness with immense generosity.
The call was connected, and the familiar voice on the other end remained indifferent, "Miss Song."
"What are you doing?" Song Zhizhi asked.
"Reading the news," Ji Baijian replied, adding, "Your news."
"What?"
"The news about Miss Song's jealousy leading her to betray her own stepsister is stirring up quite a storm. How could Miss Song not know about this?" Ji Baijian sounded sarcastic.
Without uttering a word, Song Zhizhi promptly hung up.
She had thought that these news stories would not be exposed with her father's influence. Underestimating the situation had been a mistake.
