Hearing that, Jiang Ruan laughed.
She tilted her chin up to look at him.
"Jealous?"
The man chuckled lightly, "A bit, but still within acceptable limits."
Jiang Ruan "tsked" twice, her fingers scratched under his chin playfully like teasing a pet, "I'll call you after I finish my part. Come if you haven't begun your surgery."
"Okay."
Fu Chi nodded.
Soon, Jiang Ruan entered the school.
Fu Chi leaned against his car, standing still for quite a while, not until he noticed some young girls across the street secretly taking pictures of him that he turned around and got into his car.
As soon as he got into the car, he received a phone call.
"Zhang Zhenke, is dead."
The voice of Qian Yu on the phone was indifferent.
Fu Chi's dark pupils exuded a gloomy aura, his tongue tapping against his cheek, "Dead?"
"Drowned. The police fished him out of the river this morning. He jumped in by himself last night."
Hearing this.
