He cursed, "Damn He Ziming, I'm going to make him pay."
"..."
...
Zhirou didn't have a penny to her name.
At home, there was no way they would let her have a single cent.
She didn't carry a cellphone either.
With nothing on her, she had walked for more than ten kilometers, all the way to the He Family home.
By the time she arrived, it had turned from day to night.
Her mouth dry and tongue parched, yet when she saw the gates of the He Family estate, she no longer felt tired.
However, just as she was about to enter...
At the gate, she heard someone rushing out, wanting to drive away.
It was He Ziming.
Zhirou's heart lit up, and the words "Young Master He" were about to slip out.
But then she saw Madam He, in a state of urgency, chase after him.
She desperately blocked the gate, not letting him close it.
"If you want to leave, then drive right over me," she said.
He Ziming frowned, "Mom, what are you doing? What do you really want?"
