Zhuang Ling knew that the statement and the boldly displayed scanned version of the contract, which was forwarded by the official Weibo account of the Shu family, were instructed by Shu Boheng.

In the past, it was always like this. No matter how outrageous the things he did, Shu Boheng always seemed to be able to declare in one second that he would no longer care about him and let him fend for himself, but in the next second, he would quietly clean up his mess. At that time, I was the one who didn't know any better, which made me think that he was interfering in my business. That's why after Zhou Qing threw out that so-called evidence, I didn't hesitate to choose to believe it.

By the way! Zhou Qing!

No wonder I always felt like something was missing since I was reborn. It turns out to be Zhou Qing! Ever since I "returned," I haven't looked for him. But in the past, we were always inseparable.

Zhuang Ling had complex feelings towards this person. One reason was that they had grown up together. Although Zhuang Ling's family had fallen on hard times when she was fifteen, Zhou Qing's parents had always provided assistance and helped her investigate the truth behind her parents' deaths. Zhuang Ling had always felt grateful towards him.

Secondly, after his rebirth, he had always felt that it was because of the document given to him by Zhou Qing that resulted in the ultimate separation between the two. Although he knew that he might have been deceived by others too, Zhuang Ling couldn't help but resent him.

So, here is the question. Where is Zhou Qingren? Can't he even give a call? He used to always advise himself to break up with Shu Boheng, but now that they have really broken up, why is he suddenly silent? Thinking of this, he picked up his phone and dialed that number.

At the beginning, nobody answered the phone. Zhuang Ling made several calls in a row, but either the line was busy or it kept ringing for a long time before automatically switching to a busy tone.

Just as he was about to give up, the phone was finally answered.

"Hello?" A slightly hoarse voice came through the microphone, belonging to Zhou Qing.

"Zhou Qing." Although it had only been a few days since they last saw each other at the Golden Rose Awards ceremony, for Zhuang Ling, it felt like an eternity had passed. Hearing his voice now, she had a sense of time slipping away like another lifetime.

But soon he noticed something was off, "What's wrong with you? Your voice sounds so hoarse? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

And from the other end of the phone came a series of "ping pong" sounds, as if something had been knocked over. After a while, Zhou Qing's voice could be heard again, "It's, it's nothing. I caught a cold, so I'm resting at home. I just fell asleep and didn't hear it."

"...It seemed like his imagination, but he sensed a hint of panic in Zhou Qing's words. However, he didn't dwell on it too much, 'Then rest well.'"

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to ask if you have seen the news online?"

"What news?"

"This is not normal, absolutely not. In the past, whenever something happened to me, Zhou Qing would be the first to know and would accompany me. But now, the incident of being secretly photographed has been circulating on the internet for quite a while, and Zhou Qing is completely unaware."

Does he really sleep all day long?

However, it clearly showed a busy signal several times when I called just now. Could it be that someone else is using Zhou Qing's phone?

Zhuang Ling's confusion grew larger and larger. Just at this moment, a strange sound came from the receiver, as if Zhou Qing was moaning as if she was being choked.

"What's wrong, Zhou Qing?!"

"No, no, it's nothing. Um, Zhuang Ling, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first." After saying that, before Zhuang Ling could react, there was once again the sound of "beep beep beep" coming from the receiver.