"Shen Chengzi."
Just at that moment, a deep and magnetic voice came from the side.
Shen Cheng turned her head toward the source of the voice.
Three meters away, a tall man stood by the fountain. He was wearing a black silk shirt, matching trousers below, and a pair of shiny, expensive leather shoes.
"Come here."
Shi Yu had one hand in his trouser pocket and with the other, he beckoned to her.
His mischievous demeanor, wild and unrestrained, was truly imperious.
Ordinarily, Shen Cheng would not comply with his wishes, for she was a wildcat that refused to be tamed, always ready to lash out with her sharp and pointed claws.
But the situation now was different.
Shi Mei and Shi Keke were at loggerheads, arguing from cigarettes to pocket money, and it seemed unlikely that they would resolve their dispute anytime soon.
And for her to continue staying here seemed somewhat inappropriate.
