Chen Zhao recognized the woman. It was Lucy.
At the moment, she was being pressed on the ground by a few men. Her clothes were torn.
Chen Zhao didn't know why Lucy was walking alone in the dark at this time.
But Chen Zhao did what a man should do.
He charged forward and kicked away the man who was about to pounce on Lucy.
"F * ck … kill this Asian!" a hooligan yelled. However, he was met with a punch that knocked him unconscious.
In less than ten seconds, the four hooligans were all knocked unconscious.
Chen Zhao pulled Lucy up. "Should we call the police?"
There were still tears on Lucy's face. She tidied up her clothes silently.
"I'm a star. If this is exposed, I can only leave Hollywood," Lucy said in an extremely calm tone, looking at Chen Zhao.
However, she seemed a bit weak at the moment. There were tears on her face and her hair was a bit messy. Her left cheek was a bit red. It seemed like she'd been beaten.
Her dress was torn and one of her straps was broken. The hem of her skirt was in tatters and there were some scratches on her body from touching the ground.
Chen Zhao glanced at the four people on the ground and then walked up to them.
Ah …
Ah …
Ah …
Ah …
Chen Zhao had crippled their martial arts!
"I'll send you back," Chen Zhao said. "I remember you don't live far."
Lucy nodded silently. Chen Zhao didn't ask her any questions. He just walked beside her.
Lucy's steps were a bit unsteady. Chen Zhao looked down and saw that one of her high heels was broken.
Chen Zhao took off his shoes. "Put them on."
Lucy looked at Chen Zhao and hesitated. "Thank you."
When he reached Lucy's house, he gave her a small jar of ointment. "Apply it on your face."
"Do you still carry this with you?" Lucy smiled faintly, but her smile was a bit forced.
"I'm a doctor," Chen Zhao explained.
"Do you want to come in and sit?"
"No, I should go."
Lucy looked at Chen Zhao's back. "Chen … thank you."
"Don't walk at night anymore." Chen Zhao didn't look back.
He just sympathized with Lucy's situation. If it were any other woman, Chen Zhao would help her.
When Chen Zhao returned home, it was already past ten.
Just then, Fali got up to get some water.
"Chen, why are you so dirty?"
Chen Zhao walked to the edge of the bedroom and looked at Faith. "Is she asleep?"
"Yes, I'm asleep."
Chen Zhao closed the door. "Fali, let's go wash up in the pool."
"You can't take it anymore after one night?" Fali looked at him, annoyed.
Ignoring Fali's protest, Chen Zhao picked her up and walked toward the pool.
"Wait, I'm still in my pajamas."
Putong —
Chen Zhao had already jumped into the pool with Fali. Fali was still resisting. "Asshole, my pajamas are all wet."
…
His phone rang. Chen Zhao looked at the time. It was only a little past seven.
Last night, he had been sleeping on the sofa while Fali and Fisher were in the bedroom.
"Hey."
"Chen, it's me, Movich Tutas."
"Mr. Movich, what time is it now?"
"I know, I know I'm bothering you. I'm sorry."
"What's up?"
"Chen, have you thought of a way to cure me?"
"Not yet." Chen Zhao also had a headache about this.
"Please help me. I don't want to hide here for the rest of my life …" Movich started crying as he spoke.
Chen Zhao didn't know how to comfort Movich either. Impulsively, he said, "Don't worry. I'll definitely solve your problem in ten days."
"Are you serious?" Movich stopped crying and asked in a surprised tone.
As soon as he said that, Chen Zhao regretted being too confident.
However, it was too late to change his words now. If Chen Zhao went back on his words now, Movich would probably feel even more despair.
Just then, Chen Zhao saw Winnip and Laurent standing outside, waving at him.
"Let's call it a day. If I think of a way, I'll contact you." Chen Zhao hung up and walked up to open the glass door.
"Winnip, Laurent, why are you here so early?"
"Did Fali make you sleep on the sofa last night?" Winnip asked curiously.
"Did you guys fight? Are you going to break up? "Laurent asked excitedly.
"Dell's kid stayed here last night," Chen Zhao said helplessly. "I could only sleep on the sofa."
"You seem more considerate than I thought," Winnip said, satisfied.
Chen Zhao felt that he hadn't slept on the sofa for nothing after receiving the empress dowager's appreciation, even though he'd done everything he should and shouldn't have done last night.
"Winnip, your standards for being considerate are too low," Laurent said, annoyed.
"It's better than you. When Fali and Faur were only three months old, you still slept like a dead pig."
Laurent didn't comment. Chen Zhao didn't care about Laurent anymore.
No matter what he did, Laurent wouldn't be satisfied. He might as well suck up to Winnip.
After all, Winnip was the real decision-maker.
"Fali's not up yet?"
Chen Zhao glanced at the time. It should be soon.
A while later, Fali woke up too. "Dad, Mom, morning."
"Fali, we're leaving," Winnip said.
"Are you going back? Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you going to stay for a few days? "
"Of course it's Winnip. She said she already has a lot of things to deal with."
Laurent was a daughter lover. Now that he was retired, he obviously wanted to stay in LA for a few more days.
Unfortunately, Winnip still had a lot of work to do, so she had to leave.
Chen Zhao and Fali sent Winnip and Laurent to the airport. Laurent pulled Chen Zhao and said fiercely, "Kid, I suggest you break up with Fali. If I see you next time …"
"I'll throw you into the ocean to feed the sharks," Chen Zhao answered.
"I'm retired now, but I still know a lot of people in politics. I'll put you in jail."
"I'll throw you into the ocean to feed the sharks," Chen Zhao answered.
"I'm not joking. I'll find a gang to kill you."
"I'll throw you into the ocean to feed the sharks."
"Is that the only sentence you know?"
"Then I'll throw you into the desert next time."
Winnip, Laurent, and bodyguards A, B, and C left too.
Fali glanced at Chen Zhao. "What did you say to Dad? Let's see how angry you made him."
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