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Inside the Lanjun Residence, Fu Jing, who had cursed and tried every method possible, finally stopped near dawn, leaning against the door, her head buried into her knees, as a sense of defeat began to rise from the bottom of her heart.
Considering she was a daughter of the Fu Family, in the Capital everyone would address her respectfully as Miss Fu the second, but now, she had been cornered by a driver who worked for Gu Jiangnian.
Thinking about it, it really was laughable.
This C City truly was a place where locals held sway.
Robby cornering her was one thing, but he also took away her phone.
Suddenly, something flashed through her mind, and the person who had been crouching on the floor got up in a roll, headed toward the bedside table, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a spare phone.
For a moment, Fu Jing thought, there really was a sliver of hope in the most hopeless situation.
