Peng Wenchao chased after Chuzheng: "What you just said is true."
"What do I gain by lying to you?"
Peng Wenchao's mind was in chaos, not knowing whom to believe.
"How do you prove what you said is true?"
"Mr. Peng, I have no need to prove it's true to you. Believe it or not, it doesn't matter to me."
After Chuzheng said that, she walked away, as if she really didn't care whether he believed her or not.
Peng Wenchao: "..."
Peng Wenchao stood there, nervously took out his phone, and dialed the number stored in his phone.
But there was only a cold message in the phone — the number you dialed is not in service.
No matter how many times he dialed, he got the same message.
Peng Wenchao looked towards Chuzheng, who was already reversing and preparing to leave.
Peng Wenchao shoved his phone into his pocket and hurriedly ran over to stop her.
"Do you have any way to help me?"
The girl in the car casually uttered a word: "Yes."
Peng Wenchao: "..."
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