Sichuanese is naturally easy to understand, and since Cheng Zhu had known a few Sichuan women in his previous life, he could basically understand what was being said.
It sounded like his brother rode a motorcycle into someone and needed to compensate 60,000 yuan, otherwise, the matter couldn't be resolved.
What made him pay extra attention was that Chen Jieyu kept repeating multiple times to have her mother pick up the phone because she wanted to hear her mom talk about it.
Afterward, the person speaking on the other end of the phone seemed to have switched to her mother.
Cheng Zhu was well aware that Chen Jieyu's little salary as a counselor wouldn't be enough to maintain her exquisite lifestyle, let alone have any savings. She was more likely to live paycheck to paycheck.
Half a minute later, Chen Jieyu walked out of the women's restroom, her face weary, her eyes somewhat dim and listless, and she looked a bit wooden and numb.