Chuzheng got out of the car, and Father Jih lowered the car window to ask her, "Miss Xu, I want to know who the person behind this is."
Without turning her head, Chuzheng answered, "How would I know?"
"Miss Xu, since we've made a deal, you don't have to be so stingy, do you?" Father Jih squinted slightly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Chuzheng looked back, her expression cold as snow, "Mr. Jih, I never said this matter had anything to do with me. If someone else did it, how would I know? I just promised to help you suppress it, don't talk nonsense."
Father Jih: "..."
He carefully recalled their conversation.
It seemed she indeed hadn't admitted to a single word.
Father Jih felt like cursing.
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News on the internet comes quickly and goes just as fast.
The news about the second-generation wealthy hitting someone was quickly suppressed, but Chuzheng had uploaded something else.
Most of it was from Jih Bo's and his group of Fox and Dog Brother's phones.