Poor Herself to Death

Song Jianyi finished dealing with the scumbags and clapped her hands, looking towards the entrance of the residential area. It was empty, with no one in sight. Was it an illusion? She shook her head and went upstairs.

Early the next morning, she was still half asleep when Ms. Zhen pulled her out of bed. "I heard that jerk Lu sent someone to mess with you. Are you okay?" Ms. Zhen's eyes scrutinized Song Jianyi up and down like a spotlight.

"Do I look like something's wrong?" Song Jianyi asked.

"True! Instead of worrying about you, I should mourn for that jerk!" Ms. Zhen sighed with relief, seeing that Song Jianyi had no injuries on her arms or legs.

"What happened?" Song Jianyi asked.

"Don't you know? Lu Qianhe offended some big shot and was kicked out of Jiangbei City last night! It's karma!" Ms. Zhen suddenly turned her head and asked, "He's not some wealthy guy you hooked up with, right?"