Madam Dihao is not good

I don't care if things are worn out or not.

But Chanel hasn't asked her sister yet, hasn't she heard her say to give up this plan? If my sister lives or dies, she still wants to be with Su Shijie?

So before that, she hoped that the matter would remain a secret, so as to leave a way out for her sister.

"When did he come?" Chanel asked.

"About 7 o'clock, I just walked for a while... But I saw two black cars parked below, they came with him, but they didn't drive away. The old Wang next door said that the people in the car were holding binoculars, I have been paying attention to the situation of our house!" [

Su Shijie...is he like this?

Just because she went back to her natal home when she ran away last time, so she thought she would go back this time?

He actually sent someone to guard him every step of the way.

"Did he come to get your sister?" Mom said worriedly. "Is your sister safe with Stan?"

"It's safe," Chanel said reassuringly, "Don't worry, those people will probably only stay here for a few days before leaving, so they shouldn't interfere with your life. Don't take them seriously."

Chanel still knows who Su Shijie is.

Although he is fierce, he will not attack innocent people.

During the ten minutes of talking with my mother, outside calls kept coming in.

After Xia Naier finished the conversation, she saw that it was Su Shijie calling again.

In order for Su Shijie to get rid of those people earlier, Xia Naier replied with this short message:

[Don't look for me again, I won't go back, and I won't go back to my mother.From tomorrow, this phone will not be used again.You have so many lovers, and so many women who want to be the young mistress of Su Zhai.You go to Miss Wen, Miss Lin, this is the end of our relationship, maybe it will be fine soon. 】

After sending this text message, Chanel decisively turned off the phone.

On the other side, Su Shijie received this text message and immediately called, but there was the sound of a shutdown.

The phone was firmly pinched in the palm of his hand, Su Shijie was sitting by the French window, with cigars all over the floor in front of his feet