After calling her father, Chu Wenrou didn't return to her room but lay across the sofa.
Looking at the chandelier in the hall.
She recalled what her dad had just said in her mind.
Although she didn't want to doubt her dad, it was still hard to believe that Chen Nan, that perv, could bring her such benefits?
"This is too surreal, dad must be fooling me."
Chu Wenrou mumbled, flipping off the sofa and grabbing a kitchen knife from the kitchen, storming toward her room.
Bam!
Chu Wenrou kicked open the ajar door, rushed to the bedside with one foot on the edge of the bed, waving the kitchen knife threateningly: "Chen, are you getting up or not? If not, I'll chop you up!"
Chen Nan stretched lazily and turned over.
At the sight of the kitchen knife in Chu Wenrou's hand, he got a bit scared but quickly calmed down: "Rou Mei, would you really dare?"
