Chapter 93.1: I Can’t Act Her (1)
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100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 93.1: I Can’t Act Her (1)

It was highly probable that Mother Ji might have forgotten that the call was still connected by the time she reached the sixth floor. When she heard the commotion, she conveniently slid the phone into her pocket and ran over to stop the fight.

Ji Fanyin, too, was not in a hurry to disconnect the call. She continued to listen to the live feed audio to decipher the situation.

… Knowing the unit number of her previous apartment, Father Ji had started banging violently on the door the moment he arrived, intending to slap Ji Fanyin the moment he saw her. However, he was caught by surprise when his hand landed tightly on the cheek of a stranger when the door opened.

Unfortunately for him, the girl he slapped was not a coward. Instead of crying, she twisted his shoulder to prevent him from escaping and returned the slap.

The prideful Father Ji had never been slapped by a stranger before and was stunned.

Before he could react, a hunk with an apron emerged from the apartment, holding onto a frying pan. Seeing the injury on his girlfriend’s face, he immediately pushed Father Ji onto the ground and rained fists on him, shouting to his girlfriend to call the police to arrest this lunatic.

By the time Mother Ji arrived, Father Ji had already taken a round of beating and had passed the stage of scolding and moved on to begging for mercy.

Mother Ji stumbled over to break up the fight. She struggled to explain the situation but the hunk did not care to listen to her. “Get away from me! How do I know whether the both of you are working together to rob or scam us!”

Mother Ji shivered with fear and showed them her handbag. “L-look… This handbag of mine costs at least a few hundred thousand dollars. Why would we rob you?”

The girl stared at her and sneered, “A thousand dollars is sufficient to get a top-quality replica of a Hermès bag.”

Ji Fanyin listened to the quarrel from the comfort of her home, forming mental images of the scene in her mind. She admired the valiance of the girl.

“I have already called the police. You can tell the

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