Ying Chen's erald-green eyes gradually widened, as if he had encountered sothing entirely new, sparking a sense of novelty that even he hadn't noticed.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Ying Chen opened it to see a ssage from Weisheng Huailing.
Huailing: "Brother Ying Chen, just wanted to let you know, I really like Qiao Chuchu, whom you t today. Please treat her as my girlfriend from now on."
Huailing sent a photo of himself with Qiao Chuchu.
In the photo, Qiao Chuchu playfully winked at the cara, while Huailing stood behind her, holding his phone, smiling sweetly at the lens.
Weisheng Huailing: "We make a great pair, but Weisheng Biehe seems to have a thing for Qiao Chuchu. I hope you’ll support us and not side with Weisheng Biehe."
Ying Chen snorted, unimpressed.
Weisheng Huailing wasn’t the type to need anyone’s support. He was famously independent, a bit of an oddball. Why would he need Ying Chen’s backing?
This was clearly a hint for Ying Chen not to set his sights on Qiao Chuchu.
It was like a male animal marking its territory.
He typed back: "Keep bragging, and I’ll screenshot this and send it to Qiao Chuchu."
Weisheng Huailing: "??????????"
Ying Chen’s erald-green eyes shifted thoughtfully.
Weisheng Huailing liked Qiao Chuchu, and Weisheng Biehe was also interested in her.
Given what he knew about the Weisheng family, they were drawn to things that were genuine and uncomplicated.
Like dogs, cats, or other simple-hearted creatures.
So, if the fourth and fifth sons of the Weisheng family liked Qiao Chuchu, could it be that Weisheng Wenzhan and Weisheng Lin also had feelings for her?
He zood in on Qiao Chuchu’s photo.
Was she so kind of popular figure?
Ying Chen locked his phone and said, "Have soone clean up the ss around Qiao Chuchu. Make sure no one catches up to her and hurts her."
The bodyguard in the passenger seat nodded. "Understood."
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Qiao Chuchu drove toward Lou Tingsi’s location.
Song Yu was utterly baffled: "How did you even manage to co to my aid? And how did you know I was here? Did the boss tell you everything?"
Qiao Chuchu countered with a question: "Do you know there’s a traitor among you?"
Song Yu was stunned: "Who?"
Qiao Chuchu: "Zhu Changming."
Song Yu was shocked: "Zhu Changming?! He’s been by the boss’s side since he was five, practically raised by the boss. To the boss, he’s like a younger brother. Are you sure you’re not mistaken?"
Qiao Chuchu frowned: "I’m not mistaken. I noticed sothing off about Zhu Changming’s n on the way here. One of his subordinates, Jack, even tried to kill , but I knocked him out and left him on the ground."
Song Yu fell silent, leaning back in his seat, taking a long ti to process this.
"The boss will be devastated," Song Yu finally managed to say. "He’ll be heartbroken."
Qiao Chuchu shrugged: "Want to know how to cheer your boss up? If we capture Zhu Changming and let the boss personally make him suffer, make him cry in regret, beg for rcy on his knees, only to realize it’s too late, and die in despair—your boss should be pretty happy then!"
Song Yu: "...Are you sure you’re not in the sa line of work as us?"
Qiao Chuchu: "Nope, I’m a manga artist."
Song Yu was shocked: "A manga artist who can drive like a pro and shoot a gun? You’re more skilled than I am! Are you sure you’re not so big shot?!"
"Nope," Qiao Chuchu tilted her head and smiled sweetly. "I really am just a manga artist. Trust ."
Song Yu stared at her, watching her effortlessly shake off their pursuers, and couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
How was he supposed to believe that?
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