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After speaking, Qin Baihao gave her no chance to respond, hanging up the phone directly.

Chu Ruohan clenched her phone, almost grinding her teeth in frustration.

Qin Baihao, just wait for it, you forced me into this!

On the outskirts, the pitch-black night is calm and eerie, the cold wind howling incessantly, stirred up whispering noises of the rustling leaves.

Under the moonlight, a slender figure of a woman is barely discernible.

Suddenly, a car honks. The woman turns around, shielding her eyes from the glare of the headlights.

The car engine dies down, and a man emerges.

"Ruohan, you're quite early. Seems like you also can't wait to see me," the man chuckles lewdly.

Chu Ruohan looks at the approaching man, a flicker of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

Indeed, she can't wait to see him dead.

"Qin Baihao, where's what I want?"