Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Just like Jun Zishu expected, Yu Fanshu contacted her asking her about the debt. However, Yu Fanshu didn't call Jun Zishu to ask about it on her way home. Instead, she hesitated several times before eventually sending Jun Zishu a message after returning home.
Yu Fanshu had originally written a lot of things. However, after thinking it over, she eventually sent only two words.
[Yu Fanshu]: You there?
Yu Fanshu didn't know how to pose her question to make it seem less abrupt and overwhelming. She also didn't know if she was in a position to ask about Jun Zishu's debt. After all, even though they were friends, this concerned Jun Zishu's privacy.
Yu Fanshu sat on the bed for several seconds before standing up and pacing around her room.
The stars twinkled, and the tall street lights shined brightly outside. Although Yu Fanshu could feel a cool and soothing wind blowing as she stood at the balcony, she couldn't calm down no matter what.
[Jun Zishu]: Mhm. I'm here, Teacher. What's wrong?
[Yu Fanshu]: Well… Ask your manager if she has any advertisement offers arranged for you.
[Jun Zishu]: There's nothing of the sort. Big Sis Ming says that those investors are probably taking a wait-and-see approach. Since the program still hasn't aired, they wouldn't know what kind of promotional effects I would generate.
[Yu Fanshu]: Okay.
Yu Fanshu wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.
She didn't know why she was so scared. Yet, the fear wasn't an illusion as she could feel it existing for real.
Meanwhile, Jun Zishu could feel how much the person on the other end of the phone treated her cautiously and preciously, and she couldn't help but roll around on the sofa.
Isn't this little angel too sweet and cute?
[Jun Zishu]: Is there anything else, Teacher?
[Yu Fanshu]: I heard that your mother is sick. Is she well now?
[Jun Zishu]: Huh? How did you know that, Teacher?
[Jun Zishu]: She's already had surgery. It's a benign tumor, and she is currently recovering from the surgery. It's not a big problem anymore.
[Yu Fanshu]: That's good. Is there anything
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