She said she was leaving, and Zhou Chucheng immediately stood up and followed her.
At the door, he turned his head to look at Xiaolu, who still had an indifferent expression on her face.
"Actually, you didn't have to donate everything."
Xiaolu stopped in her tracks, "I won't say I regret it; I despise his money."
A few days later, Xiaolu suddenly received a call from Yu Lingling.
"Xiaolu, it's your Aunt Yu."
"If it's nothing important, please don't contact me again." Xiaolu spoke and was about to hang up.
"Xiaolu, Yangyang wants to talk to you," Yu Lingling hurriedly stopped Xiaolu.
She paused, and Yangyang's voice came through the phone.
"Sister, I'm Yangyang, thank you."
Hearing this thank you, Xiaolu's eyelids couldn't help but droop.
She wasn't a soft-hearted person, but facing Zhu Chenyang, she couldn't be cruel.
"It's nothing, I just did what I had to do, you take care of your health. Goodbye."
Xiaolu quickly finished speaking and was about to hang up the phone.