The Flustered Feng Jia

Gu Chu found it funny. "Are they going to take my life?"

"Don't joke around." Lin Yu happened to run into a red light. He put his car in neutral and turned on his phone to look at his busy schedule. He frowned. "I'll go over after I finish some work."

Gu Chu didn't mind. "There's no rush. Do your own thing. If it's necessary, I'll show my identity at the site and ask them to help me."

Lin Yu had no other choice but to say, "Okay."

After ending the call with him, Gu Chu opened up her Wechat moments and looked at the likes and comments of her friends. She flipped through it but did not see any activity from Feng Jia.

She was so angry that she puffed out her mouth and blew on it. She mumbled, "Bastard."

Gu Chu turned her anger into appetite and finished the remaining porridge. It was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening. She and her secretary were ready to wash up and go to bed. Gu Chu threw the trash into the trash can outside.