One second, two seconds, three seconds … ten seconds … twenty seconds.

Su Jis.h.i.+ tapped at her watch and asked again, “I gave you half a minute and you didn't say a word. Why, is a lie that cannot be made up? ”

In the radio wave, Fang Xie's tears came vaguely: “… Sister, sister Su! Listen to my explanation, I didn't mean to deceive you about this …”

Su Jis.h.i.+ interrupted him: “Don't sell me pity, now I'm asking you something! Tell me frankly, what is the relations.h.i.+p between Mu Xiulun and my sister? Are they really boyfriend and girlfriend? ”

Fang Xie hesitated for a long time. His voice trembled and said, “In fact, they are similar to male and female friends.”

“Similar?”

"They signed a contract which stipulates that the couple must be seen dating or dining in public.

Fang Xie swallowed his saliva and whispered, “… and then Mr. Mu will give Su Jin some resources for film and television.”

Su Jis.h.i.+: “……”

Su Jis.h.i.+: “……”

Su Jis.h.i.+: “………”

Fang Xie's words were very tactful, but Su Jis.h.i.+ was not an 18-year-old girl. What else could she not understand?

A pair of man and woman meet and display such affectionate actions in the public's eye. Man have money and resources. Woman is young, beautiful and short of money. In short, it was a relations.h.i.+p that must be considered "supportive" rather than being "romantic".

Su Jis.h.i.+ only hated herself. Why didn't she care more about her sister? If she only heard the news of her mother's illness, she could have done something!

Why must her sister be so stubborn and not ask her for any help? She chose to endure this means!

Su Jinqing could have a life of her own, a lover of her own, and a future of her own, but all this was destroyed by the entertainment.

She could have not embodied the actress “Su Jin”.

Hanging up the phone, Su Jis.h.i.+, like a trapped beast, walked around the house in circles.

Yesterday, she thought the apartment was too big to live alone. Now, when she knew that the apartment was Mu Xiulun's “golden house” property, her anger could not be measured. How could Fang Xie hide something like this to her?

As time went by, the setting sun gradually disappeared from the horizon.

Su Jis.h.i.+ didn't turn on the light, only the moonlight flooded in from the window, casting a small silvery pool on the floor.

She sat on the sofa with half her face hidden in the darkness and the other half lit by the moonlight.

Just then, the cellphone she had dropped earlier on the carpet rang, disturbing the silence.

Su Jis.h.i.+ looked down and found that the caller was none other than Fang Xie.

“What?” She picked up the phone and asked coldly.

Fang Xie coughed twice and said cautiously: “Miss Su, Mr. Mu's secretary just called, saying that Mr. Mu wanted to meet you tomorrow night.” He could be heard gritting his teeth out of anxiety. "Should I decline? ”

After hearing, Su Jis.h.i.+ stared off the far horizon, finding some answers.

“Don't.”

For a long while, Su Jis.h.i.+ gave an unexpected answer.

Barefoot, she stepped on the moonlight, and pa.s.sed through the s.p.a.cious living room until she stopped in front of the study.

The door creaked open. The girl's eyes have adapted to the darkness. She was like a wild animal that hunts in the dark. She opens the bookcase door carelessly and took out a heavy backpack from the corner.

The backpack with a weight of more than ten kilograms was heavily dropped on the floor, but the noise was completely absorbed by the carpet.

The girl leaned over her neck, grabs her mobile phone and squeezed it between her shoulder and ear. Doing so, she freed up her two hands and took out her precious treasure from her backpack — a small, weathered geological hammer that has been polished to s.h.i.+ne.

“What time is it tomorrow? I'll be there on time. “