Huangpu River

Hearing Chu Weixu's tone, Qing Hua let out a listless sigh. No one could argue if Chu Weixu had already decided on something unless it was Ai Zhiyi.

Qing Hua thought repeatedly in his mind that it shouldn't be necessary — he didn't mind the expense at all — which wasn't even more than four hundred yuan. He was simply reluctant to comment directly, worried that Chu Weixu would hate him even more than he hated him now. It was like asking Chu Weixu to punch him in the face until his nose and lips were in a mess.

Qing Hua knew that Chu Weixu didn't want to hear any protests, so he said with a bit of compulsion, "Alright then. You guys have already sent the money, so what can I do?"

Qing Hua chuckled lightly. He still wanted to say something, but Chu Weixu came first to speak, "I have to go."

Without a closing word, the phone was immediately cut off a split second after Chu Weixu said his words.