The weather in the mountains could changed drastically. When Chu Ning woke up, she saw dark clouds outside the window, as if there was going to be a heavy downpour. However, it cleared up again after ten minutes.
At the same time, in M City, thousands of kilometers away from Chu Ning's hometown, Zhou Hao was sitting in the seat of the chief of Houtu Village with a gloomy expression.
Zhao Gang stood at the side with his hands by his side, his expression respectful and without the slightest dissatisfaction.
Now, the actual person in charge of Houtu Village had become Zhou Hao, and Zhao Gang had become a puppet, a tool for Zhou Hao to pass on his messages.
Just a moment ago, Zhou Hao received a call.
It was this phone call that had ruined his good mood.
The day before, Zhou Hao knew that Chu Ning had left M City. Just as he was thinking about how to deal a fatal blow to Chu Ning when she was not around, Zhou Wei called.
