Chuzheng was stopped by Bai Dongai when she came back.

"Let’s talk, what’s going on between you and that man?" He found it strange last time, and now they are together again. If there’s nothing going on, he wouldn’t believe it!

"Nothing for now."

"Oh? You want something to happen with him?" Bai Dongai’s reading comprehension is top-notch.

Chuzheng was straightforward: "I do."

Bai Dongai: "..."

Bai Dongai really didn’t understand what was so appealing about that photographer, aside from his good looks.

Bai Dongai took a deep breath: "Desk-mate, let me remind you, you’re about to graduate."

"Mm, so what?"

"At this time, you’re still distracted, don’t you want to go to college?"

"I can get in with my eyes closed."

Bai Dongai choked and said grudgingly: "You can’t even see the questions with your eyes closed, how could you get in?"

Chuzheng: "..."

Do you have to nitpick my words like this?

Chuzheng inwardly complained, but calmly said, "I know what I’m doing, thanks for the concern."

Bai Dongai’s mouth twitched: "That man looks much older than you. What’s so good about him? If you’re not looking for a young and fresh guy, why someone like him?!"

Sang Yu isn’t that old, but compared to students still in school, he does seem a bit older. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"He’s quite good."

No matter what Bai Dongai said, Chuzheng remained unmoved.

Bai Dongai almost lost his temper.

"Forget it. Do whatever you love to do, I won’t care about you anymore." Bai Dongai gritted his teeth, frustrated: "When your grades drop, don’t come crying to me."

Crying?

Are you joking?

A big shot doesn’t cry easily.

Hmph, a big shot’s grades won’t drop!

Bai Dongai was probably really angry, he left without saying a word when he ran into Bai Shuwen on his way back.

Bai Shuwen asked Chuzheng in confusion: "What happened to him?"

Chuzheng spread her hands, innocently indicating she didn’t know.

Bai Shuwen recalled the previous issue: "You and Dongai are classmates?"

"Mm."

Bai Shuwen chuckled: "Well, that’s quite a coincidence."

Chuzheng nodded: "Hm."

Seeing that Chuzheng wasn’t in the mood to talk, Bai Shuwen ended the conversation and gave Chuzheng some of the stuff he bought: "I bought this randomly, just have some for now."

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Their conversation was a textbook example of politeness.

Bai Shuwen took the rest to the inner room, while Chuzheng wisely stayed outside and ate a bit.

-

Because of Miao Miao Miao’s situation, they stayed at the hotel the next day as well.

Bai Shuwen was running around, while Miao Miao Miao didn’t seem scared at all.

In the evening, Chuzheng messaged Sang Yu, asking if he had time to have dinner together.

Sang Yu did not reply.

Half an hour passed, and still no reply from Sang Yu.

Chuzheng, getting impatient, went to find Bai Shuwen: "Do you have Sang Yu’s phone number?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can you give it to me?"

Although puzzled, Bai Shuwen still gave it to her.

Chuzheng took the number and left the room to call outside.

After three rings, someone hung up.

Chuzheng: "..."

What’s with that?

[Please go to Zhaoyang Road, Miss.] The King’s Account’s voice rang out just at the right time.

Chuzheng, still upset, said irritably: "Go there for what, to pick up money?"

[Pick someone up.]

Chuzheng: "..."

If the Bastard is telling her to pick someone up, it could only be the Good Person Card.

Zhaoyang Road isn’t far from here, so Chuzheng took a taxi there.

The buildings on Zhaoyang Road are all classic Chinese style. It’s a street full of shopping and food, bustling at this time.

Following the King’s Account’s instructions, Chuzheng walked until she reached a more secluded area, with fewer people and less light.

The shops were sparse, many already closed, and as she went further, there were no more shops, the road becoming narrower and bumpy.

Chuzheng walked ahead for a while and faintly heard voices.

"Could he be dead?"

"Just kicked him a couple of times, he can’t be that fragile."

"Let’s just get out of here quickly..."

"Go, go, go..."

A few people rushed out and bumped into Chuzheng.

Seeing someone suddenly standing in front of them in such a dim place, those people were startled.

Not wanting to cause a scene, they hurriedly lowered their heads planning to leave.

"Stop."

A clear and cold voice rang out in the dark.

They stopped simultaneously.

Chuzheng’s gaze fell on one person’s hand: "Where did you get the stuff in your hand?"

It was Sang Yu’s camera bag.

Not especially distinctive, yet not common either; at least, Chuzheng had only seen it with Sang Yu.

The young man holding the bag hid it behind him and shouted stiffly: "None of your business!"

"Hand it over." Chuzheng extended her hand.

The young man exchanged glances with his companions, probably thinking the little girl was crazy to confront them instead of avoiding this kind of trouble.

The young man threatened with a stern face: "Mind your own business, or you won’t know how you die."

Chuzheng’s eyes turned cold: "Then show me how."

Young man: "..."

-

The young men looked intimidating, but in a real fight, they were no match for Chuzheng, quickly getting taken down.

Chuzheng retrieved the camera bag.

"Where did you snatch it from?"

The young man clutched his stomach, gesturing to the back.

Chuzheng carried the bag over, the young men trying to run away, but no matter which direction they went, they were blocked by something invisible.

"Could it be... a ghost wall?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The young man who spoke was slapped on the head, but everyone felt a chilling breeze around, and there seemed to be a wailing sound...

With a scream, the young men ran towards Chuzheng.

-

Chuzheng found a dark figure in a corner inside.

"Sang Yu?"

The dark figure shifted. Chuzheng turned on her phone flashlight and shined it over, causing the person to immediately raise a hand to block the light.

The young men pursuing behind stopped abruptly when they saw Chuzheng, turned around only to crash into something again, the unseen force following them.

The young men huddled together, shivering with fear.

They thought they must have encountered something unworldly, wailing...

Ignoring the young men behind, Chuzheng clearly illuminated the person, and went straight over: "Did they hit you?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sang Yu’s heart skipped a beat and he instinctively covered his face.

Chuzheng forcefully took his hand away: "What’s the use of covering? I can still see."

Sang Yu: "..."

Defenseless, Sang Yu met Chuzheng’s eyes, and at that moment, he saw his own disheveled and pitiful state, wanting to find a place to hide.

Of course, Chuzheng wouldn’t give him the chance.

"Where are you injured?"

Sang Yu turned his head, his voice muffled: "I’m fine."