Fu Zhi thought it was not a big deal.
"Don't cry," she told Lu Yumo. Then, she opened up her WeChat and contacted Shen Cizhou. "I'm going to place an order now, and she won't bother us anymore in the future."
'Place an order?'
Lu Yumo asked, "Are you hungry? I've learned how to make sweet and sour pork ribs. Do you want some before you go to settle the score with her?"
"You are still young, so you won't understand. Go wipe the tears off your face first. Don't forget to put a warm towel on your eyes afterward."
Fu Zhi was not going to tell Lu Yumo about the "Who do you want to get rid of?" order. One reason was because Lu Yumo was still young, but the main reason was that she had nearly issued the same order on him as well.
Well, to be honest, Fu Zhi's worry was totally uncalled for. Considering Lu Yumo's intelligence and airheadedness, he might not understand even if she told him everything.
Fu Zhi hung up the call.
