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nChapter 778: Chapter 778: Dare to Lay a Hand on Him

/Her? Seeking Death!

nIf there was a pill for regret for sale in this world, Zhang Yang would definitely go back and buy one, no matter the cost.

nUnfortunately, there isn’t.

nZhang Yang’s tightly clenched fists kept pounding against the wall in front of him, which was already stained with fresh blood. Zhang Yang’s hands were also a bloody mess.

nBut the pain in his hands was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

nHow could he be so stupid to have trusted Wu Shanshan so easily?

nOn Jian Dan’s side, after tidying up the “battlefield,” Xiaoting was ready to leave with Zimo and the others.

nBut unexpectedly, she received a call from Ouyang Jing before she could leave.

n“Xiaoting, are you with Jian? I’ve called Jian so many times, and she hasn’t answered. I’m a bit worried that something might have happened to her,” Ouyang Jing’s voice was filled with anxiety and concern.

n“Something happened? What could possibly happen to Jian? I just parted ways with her.”

n“That’s good to hear!” Ouyang Jing finally exhaled in relief upon hearing that Jian Dan was safe.

n“What’s going on with you?”

n“You don’t know yet?”

n“Know what?”

n“My God! The campus network is blowing up, and you still don’t know anything?”

n“Campus network?”

nFrom Ouyang Jing’s tone, Xiaoting could tell something was off.

nThe moment she opened the campus network, her eyes widened several times over.

n“I won’t be returning with you guys for now!” In such a situation, how could Xiaoting possibly leave by herself.

n“What’s wrong?” Zimo had already seen from Xiaoting’s eyes that something must have happened.

nXiaoting directly handed her the phone.

nAfter seeing the photos on the internet, Zimo’s eyes narrowed, the corner of her mouth curled up slightly, and a flash of killer intent that was hard for others to notice crossed her eyes.

nYun, who had been following Zimo for a long time, naturally knew that this expression from little Miss Zimo meant she was angry.

nLittle Miss Zimo’s anger always led to severe consequences.

nShe had almost forgotten how many years it had been since she last saw little Miss Zimo lose her temper.

nNowadays, there weren’t that many things that could make Qiu Zimo angry!

nJian Dan and Chu Liyuan naturally hadn’t checked their phones either, so they were unaware that they had completely become celebrities.

nWhen they returned to Jian Dan’s dormitory and she picked up her phone, she saw many missed calls—besides Ouyang Jing’s, there were even calls from Chu Liyuan!

nWhy would Chu Liyuan call her?

n“Uncle, take a look, did Chu Liyuan call you?”

nChu Liyuan then took out his phone from his pocket…

nSure enough, there were many calls from Chu Liyuan on it. Jian Dan leaned over to look and saw that there were over a dozen missed calls.

n“No wonder he started calling my number,” Jian Dan showed the call display on her phone to Chu Liyuan.

nWith so many calls from Chu Liyuan at this time, there must be something urgent, so Chu Liyuan didn’t delay and immediately returned Chu Liyuan’s call.

nFinally, Chu Liyuan received Chu Liyuan’s call…

n“What’s the matter?”

n“Mr. Chu, haven’t you seen the news on the internet yet?”

n“News?”

nJian Dan had already opened her phone and was stunned by the push notification she saw.

nChu Liyuan also saw the message on his phone; his eyes instantly turned cold, and the room felt degrees colder.

n“Mr. Chu, rest assured, I’m already handling it, and within 10 minutes, such news won’t be on the internet anymore,” only half an hour had passed since the news was released.

n“I want that person!” Uncle’s tone seemed as if it could freeze someone on the spot.

n“I understand!”

nJian Dan already felt the room was quite cold, but in the next second, her dorm turned into an ice cellar.

n“Zimo, why have you come back!”

n“I’m very curious, exactly who dares to touch my people so recklessly!”

n“Jian Jian is my person!” Chu Liyuan actually stole his line.

n“She’s yours, as well as mine!” Qiu Zimo declared dominantly. “No matter who, they can’t touch my people.”

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