With the experience of that fifty-thousand-yuan incident, Chen Jieyu's heart had already turned to ashes.
She didn't feel like she had a home over there.
——My home is here.
——The home Cheng Zhu gave me.
Because she had been avoiding phone calls, the ring of her cellphone went on and on.
And after the first call went unanswered, a second one came through immediately.
Chen Jieyu's gaze hardened slightly as she directly picked up the phone.
"Hello."
But the other party's simple sentence made her stand up from the couch almost immediately.
"Nannan, aren't you in your school dormitory?"
"Did you come to my school?" Chen Jieyu's tone was somewhat agitated.
"I'm at the entrance of your dormitory, I knocked but no one answered, so I called you."
Hearing this, Chen Jieyu's heart sank to the bottom.
The thing she feared and worried about the most had still come to pass.
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On the taxi, Chen Jieyu looked out the window with her gold-rimmed glasses, feeling restless.
