"Holy sh*t, Mr. Lu is so arrogant and reckless! A billion! A billion yuan investment. He said he'd kick, and so he just kicks! The world of the wealthy... I just don't get it!"
Qiao Anhao didn't reply to Zhao Meng's messages, her friend complained on her own. Seeing as she sent so many messages with no reply, she stopped sending anymore.
Qiao Anhao gripped her phone where she stood on the balcony for quite a long time. Then she lifted her finger, opened WeChat, and listened to each and every one of Zhao Meng's messages again.
In the afternoon, she wasn't sure that Lu Jinnian had done all of that for her, but now, she was pretty sure of it.
From Zhao Meng's messages, she could hear that Lu Jinnian fought Producer Sun when he saved her last night. She couldn't imagine what it would possibly look like for such a heartlessly cold man to physically fight someone. Her racing heart hastened without reason.
