Chapter Seventy-Three: It's My Friend

"What are you doing?!"

"Shiga, are you...... She...... She's the one who attacked me that day! Get her to the police. Qin Yue was confused by Fang Zhihe's appearance, and after being stunned for a moment, he hurriedly said to Fang Zhihe.

"You misunderstood, she's my friend!" Fang Zhihe said lightly, and then his gaze fell on the hand that was holding Lin Rong, "Please let her go!"

"......Friend? What do you mean? Isn't she the ......?"

"I'll say it again, she's my friend, so, please let go of your hand!" After speaking, he didn't hesitate to tear Qin Yue's hand away from Lin Rongrong's body, and then, he pulled up Lin Rongrong and walked to the car door, stretched out his hand to open the door, and then stuffed Lin Rongrong into the car, and then sat in the cab by himself, and after a few seconds, the car started and left.

Qin Yue looked at the Rolls-Royce in the distance, and the doubts in her heart were accumulating more and more, she didn't know what happened during the time she went to Ruzhou, why Fang Zhihe would shelter a mentally abnormal woman, this ...... What the hell is going on?

"That...... Aunt Wen!" Lin Rongrong said after glancing at Fang Zhihe's unhappy face.

Fang Zhihe ignored her, took out his mobile phone directly from his pocket, and dialed it out: "Go to People's Hospital 302 and pick up Aunt Wen!"

"Yes, Mr. Fang!"

Lin Rongrong knew that Fang Zhihe had sent someone to pick up Aunt Wen, and her whole heart gradually relaxed, she secretly glanced at Fang Zhihe's tense face again, closed her mouth and stopped squeaking.

"Don't worry, I'll deal with it over there of the Qin family. Fang Zhihe's tone of voice returned to a normal state, faint, without the slightest emotion.

"Right...... "Yes, she's sorry for him, if she hadn't gone to Qin Yue to grab the bracelet, she wouldn't have caused these things, Fang Zhihe wouldn't have used so much money to exchange it back, and Qin Yue wouldn't have ......

"It's okay!" Fang Zhihe had already heard the sound of his fall, and there was a hint of sadness in the voice, but he didn't intend to withdraw.

"Sir!" Lin Rongfu said suddenly, "I think...... Back to the Manor...... Live. ”

This was the first time Lin Rongrong took the initiative to make a request, and he should have been happy, but he couldn't be happy.

"Aunt Wen, just out of ......"

"Yes!" For a while, Fang Zhihe didn't know what reason to use to stop it, so he had to agree.

Well, it's up to her, but he doesn't intend to leave her alone, he's going too.

The black Rolls-Royce drove steadily towards the Dusk Forest Manor, and when he passed by a cake shop, he stopped, Fang Zhihe smoothly opened the car door and stepped down, Lin Rongrong glanced at him and followed quietly behind him as usual.

"What flavor do you want to eat?" Fang Zhihe suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Fu, and then said softly.

Lin Rong was stunned, she didn't know why Fang Zhihe suddenly became so gentle, "......"

"Matcha or chocolate?"

Lin Rongfu met that gentle gaze, and there was a trace of doubt in his gray eyes, "I don't ......"

"Take it back first, eat it when you want to, huh?" Fang Zhihe became gentle, even he was melted, to be honest, he hadn't been so gentle with others for a long time, and it felt good.

Lin Rong's mouth moved, and he said, "Matcha!"

"Please bring me a matcha!" Fang Zhihe turned his head and said politely to the clerk.

The waiter answered, quickly wrapped the matcha cake in the window, handed it over, Fang Zhihe settled the bill, took the cake and went out.