Hey! The CEO who just scolded me met someone on a blind date.

The fingers holding the USB flash drive were shaking violently. Su Zimu closed his eyes, and that crazy face was all in his mind.

It is warm, for sure.

Although her long hair was disheveled and covered part of her face, she could still see the warmth that had come from her six years of schoolmateship.

Picking up the phone, Su Zimu dialed the warm number again, but still no one answered.

Who is it?

Why send it to yourself?

What is his purpose?

There were only two words on the express box: Judge.

Judge, punish the bad guys.

Send the USB drive to yourself.

Then, this judge must be someone who is very clear about the relationship between himself and Wen Nuan.

Who is it?

Su Zimu really couldn't think of it.

However, the first thing to do is to find warmth.

After Wen Nuan came to Nanshi, she had been living in a villa. Su Zimu had heard other people mention it.

After getting the address, Su Zimu took a taxi to his warm residence alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got off the car, I bumped into someone head-on.

"I'm sorry, sister."

"It's okay, it's okay." Su Zimu glanced at the coat stained with coffee.

When he was about to leave, he was stopped by that man again.

Feeling a little impatient, Su Zimu raised his hand and shook off the hand that was holding her, looking over with sharp eyes.

A young boy stood there, his fair face and chestnut curly hair making him look innocent.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I just want to compensate you for your laundry expenses."

Frowning, Su Zimu couldn't bear to get angry with him anymore, and said in a slightly softer tone, "It's okay, go away, I don't want you to pay."

After saying that, Su Zimu walked forward, but his way was blocked.

"Sister, let me compensate you, otherwise I will feel guilty."

"You can pay if you want. I have something urgent to do."

Unexpectedly, the boy scratched his head again and said, "I don't have any cash. How about adding me on WeChat first? You can take it to be washed and I will transfer the money to you."

"Okay." Su Zimu took out his cell phone and asked him to scan, then turned and left.

Arriving at the warm door, Su Zimu rang the doorbell and knocked on the door hard with his hand, but there was no response from inside.

Isn't he at home either?

Su Zimu walked around the house and found that the door to the yard was not locked, so she walked in carefully.

Entering the yard, the door downstairs was not locked. Su Zimu hesitated for a while, but still walked in.

The first floor was the kitchen and living room, and she went to the second floor.

During this gap, she took out her cell phone and continued to make warm calls.

The bell rang, which startled Su Zimu.

Following the location of the ringtone, Su Zimu found the phone, lying on the bedroom floor.

What about warmth?

Because the curtains were drawn, the room was no different from at night.

Su Zimu was just about to walk to the window and open the curtains when she noticed something moving slightly in the corner, scaring her so much that she almost screamed.

"warmth?"

Pulling aside the curtains, she could see clearly now. Wen Nuan was curled up in the corner with her messy hair, her eyes staring at the ground, lifeless.

"Warm?" Su Zimu walked over and patted her arm gently.

After calling her several times, Wen Nuan finally looked up at her. Her pupils dilated rapidly, and she pushed her away with force, screaming non-stop.

"Wen Nuan, calm down." Su Zimu went forward to pull her, but she pushed him away again.

Wen Nuan stopped screaming at this time. Instead, she kowtowed to her and muttered something.

Su Zimu couldn't bear it and wanted to help her up, but he heard her keep saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay..." Su Zimu helped her up and let her lie on the bed.

Wen Nuan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, still saying sorry.

Seeing that her condition was not very good, Su Zimu had to contact the hospital.

"Do you remember who did those things to you?"

Wen Nuan rolled her eyes and started crying again, "They are not human, they are not human..."

Su Zimu comforted her, "I know, I know."

"Su Zimu, I'm sorry. Please let me go, please let me go, okay?" Wen Nuan said as she stood up and kowtowed to her.

"I never made things difficult for you, Wen Nuan."

"Jiang Huaizhou, can you please let Jiang Huaizhou let me go? I won't dare to do that again. He is not a human, but a ghost. You should stay away from him, and I should stay away from him too..."

With a thump, Su Zimu became a little dazed and could not hear what Wen Nuan said afterwards.

It's not like she hadn't suspected it was him, but when she got this answer, she couldn't believe it.

"Are you sure it's... Jiang Huaizhou?"

"Shh." Wen Nuan looked around in a daze, "I can't tell you. If I tell you, I'll die. Now this is just a lesson, a lesson."

Su Zimu's whole body was cold.

So, the judge is Jiang Huaizhou?

He reached out and shook the warm hand, "Should we call the police?"

Wen Nuan quickly waved her hands, "No, you can't call the police. You can't call the police."

"Why? You're being hurt, they're committing a crime."

"No, no, he said that if I dare to call the police I will die."

Looking at Wen Nuan's crazy appearance, Su Zimu couldn't help feeling sad.

Although she and Wen Nuan had many entanglements, now seeing that she had suffered so much torture alone and became like this, Su Zimu didn't want to care so much.

"Let me call your parents. You need someone to accompany you." Su Zimu said as he picked up Wen Nuan's phone and started flipping through it.

"No." Wen Nuan threw the phone away.

"Wen Nuan, be good. You need someone to accompany you. Who do you want to accompany you?" Su Zimu coaxed her like a child.

"Youchi, I want Youchi to accompany me."

Su Zimu picked up his phone again, found Jiang Youchi's number and called him. The call went through, but he hung up.

I called several times, but was hung up every time.

Su Zimu had no choice but to take out his cell phone, enter the phone number and dial it.

At this time, Jiang Youchi was in the president's office of Jiang Group, and the head of Jiang Group was sitting opposite him.

"Brother, I really want to come here to learn. Just assign me a job..."

Before he could finish his words, the phone rang again. It was an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Youchi glanced at the person opposite him and was hesitating whether to answer it.

"Answer the phone." Jiang Huaizhou said coldly.

With an inexplicable sense of oppression, Jiang Youchi pressed the answer button: "Who?"

"You must be Jiang Youchi, right? My name is Su Zimu, and I'm your warm colleague. Can you..."

Jiang Youchi said impatiently: "I have broken up with her, don't call me anymore." Then he hung up the phone.

"Now I have someone called Su Zimu calling me. How fucking difficult."

Jiang Youchi cursed and when he raised his eyes he met Jiang Huaizhou's cold gaze.

What did you say wrong?

After hanging up the phone, Su Zimu saw Wen Nuan looking at him expectantly.

Pursing his lips, Su Zimu gritted his teeth and dialed the number again. At least he should know what Wen Nuan was going through.

The phone rings again.

"Again?"

Jiang Youchi was about to hang up when a hand reached out and took the phone, and slender fingers pressed the hands-free button.