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On the other end of the phone, Old Madame Fu seemed in no hurry, "If you want to know the truth, come to Luzhu's place right now; I assure you that you will regret all the reckless decisions you've made before."
After finishing her words, Old Madame Fu directly hung up the phone.
Staring at the now darkened screen of his phone, Fu Lanshen slightly knitted his brows, restarted the engine, and turned around to head towards another intersection.
Throughout the journey, Fu Lanshen's eyebrows were tightly locked.
He didn't know why the wallet had appeared at Mu Luzhu's.
From Old Madame Fu's tone, the person who had saved him was undoubtedly Mu Luzhu.
But why couldn't he match Mu Luzhu with the person from his memory?
On the contrary, Mu Qingli gave him a sense of familiarity.
Could it be… that he really had it all wrong?