The ringtone was sharp and piercing.
Liu Runxi glanced at his phone.
As expected.
He sneered lightly at the corner of his mouth.
He hung up the call.
At that moment, Helian Yi's WeChat message came through.
——What's going on? You're hurt?
She was always like this, spreading even the tiniest matters for everyone to hear.
Liu Runxi's fingers landed on the keyboard to reply —— It's nothing, just a minor injury, already taken care of.
Helian Yi, with her extensive connections, had already learned the whole story.
——Alright, my uncle will make sure justice is served.
Injuring her young nephew, this debt won't be easily settled.
Liu Runxi set his phone to silent mode and placed it back into his backpack.
As Meng Junzhu walked a few steps, another call came in. This time, her expression visibly became more serious.
She looked up at Liu Runxi.
"It's Mrs. Liu."
Almost forgot about this one.
