After arguing with Chen Qijun, she left without a second word. Even with her strength, she couldn’t bear to stay in the Chen family for another minute.
Chen Qijun’s ugly and insidious face kept appearing before her eyes, his threatening voice echoing in her ears, and the disgusting touch still lingering on her face…
“Don’t cry, there’s nothing to cry about. I won’t be afraid of that guy,” closing her heated eyes, Summer Xi constantly encouraged herself, “I’m no longer that little girl without the ability to fight back. I can protect myself…”
Yes, she must be strong because apart from herself, no one else could protect her.
The room was pitch black, and sharp sounds of cars whooshing by came from outside the window. Summer Xi desperately blinked back her tears, trying to make herself brave.
No matter when, she was always alone, so lonely… Who could keep her company? Gently swirling the red wine in the crystal glass, Lu Ziyi seemed somewhat distracted, his dark eyes half-lowered, lost in thought while looking at the mobile phone in his hand. “…The hotel part has been planned completely, I believe everything will proceed smoothly,” Zhao Qianchiu’s voice came intermittently, and Lu Ziyi wasn’t listening carefully, “This time, we’re sparing no expense collaborating with a famous French architect, and the castle-style hotel will create a sensation once launched…” “…” “It will definitely cause a huge impact on other hotels!” The confident Zhao Qianchiu spoke with great enthusiasm.
Pressing the familiar quick dial key, Lu Ziyi ignored Zhao Qianchiu’s puzzled expression, picked up the phone and placed it near his ear, his thick eyebrows unconsciously furrowing.
The number you have dialed is not responding, please try again later, thank you.
“I think this is another perfect strike by True Dragon Group,” Zhao Qianchiu’s voice grew softer, secretly glancing at the expressionless Duan Yexun.
His CEO rarely seemed so distracted, essentially treating him like an invisible person performing a monologue.
Duan Yexun maintained his usual silence and shrugged.
“CEO?” Zhao Qianchiu cautiously called out.
“Hmm?” Lu Ziyi lazily raised his eyes.
“Is something wrong? Or are you waiting for an important call?”
“Nothing,” Lu Ziyi answered faintly, his tightly furrowed brow still not relaxing.
“Please continue.”
