Zhong Qiaohui found it amusing, "I'm an adult. Back then, I went everywhere on my own, whether at work or not. The title of Miss Zhong means as much to me as that. I'm not the president's daughter."
"You should know things are different now. Those people, they might have set their sights on you."
Hearing him say this, it seemed like he knew something. Zhong Qiaohui's eyes deepened.
"What do you want to do?" Zhong Qiaohui glanced at the leg he had on his wheelchair, "He almost couldn't protect me, he almost lost his life. And you?"
"I can protect you."
Five words, incredibly certain, exuding strong confidence and charisma, coming from this cripple on a wheelchair.
Zhong Qiaohui was momentarily stunned.
Not long after, the two got into Zhong Qiaohui's car and left. From upstairs by the window, Zhang Yingxi saw this scene and laughed coldly, "A jinx and a cripple, two unlucky souls together, what can they do?"
