"What?" Murong Lijia listened to the person on the other end of the phone talking. She suddenly lost energy and immediately jumped up from the bed.
"Okay, take a good look at Zihan." Murong Lijia replied, hung up the phone, held her left hand very tightly, and in a fit of anger, she punched the bed hard.
I picked up the phone, opened my business card holder, found Sikong Yingting's phone number, and pressed the dial button.
About twenty seconds later, a confused voice came from the other side of the phone: "Hello..."
"Tingting, get up now and come to my house to find me. The gang has something to do. Let's go back and deal with it quickly." Murong Lijia said a little angrily.
"Is there something to do in the gang?" Sikong Yingting said repeatedly in a daze.
"Sikong Yingting, get up." Mu Ronglijia was already very angry, but now that Sikong Yingting was like this, she was even more angry.
For whom did she ask Mo Zihan to kill Xia Yibing? She didn't think about Sikong Yingting's happiness.
But to put it more appropriately: Murong Lijia kept saying that she was helping Sikong Yingting win happiness, but on the other hand, she was also doing it for her own sake.
When Murong Lijia yelled at Sikong Yingting, all her sleepiness ran away. She sat up, thinking about what Murong Lijia said just now, and responded: "Jiajia, please wait for me at home. I will wash up and change clothes."
I’ll go find you right away.”
"Uh...that's it." Murong Li calmed down and said calmly before hanging up the phone.
Get up, change clothes, wash your hands, cut your hair, put on light makeup, and after solving a series of problems, walk out of the room.
"Miss..." When the servants saw Murong Lijia, they all called her compliments.
Murong Lijia walked directly downstairs and saw her parents, grandma and others having breakfast.
She looked at her grandma and felt angry. She thought she was using her grandma to kill Xia Yibing this time, but she didn't succeed.
"Jiajia, isn't today Sunday? Why did you get up so early?" Meng Minting held a bowl in her hand and looked at Murong Lijia and asked.
Normally, on Sundays, Murong Lijia would sleep until 11 o'clock, but today she got up at around 7:30.