Su Qingyue. That name was like a poisoned needle, gently piercing the softest place in my heart. In my previous life, I died in the despair brought by this name.
Suddenly there was a sharp spasm in my stomach, accompanied by a severe headache, and countless chaotic images hit my mind - not imaginary, but memories that really happened and belonged to my "last life". The cold hospital ceiling, the ceasing sound of instruments ticking, and his figure leaving decisively and running towards Su Qingyue's ward.
I covered my head, groaned in pain, and curled up uncontrollably.
"What tricks are you playing again?" Lu Chenzhou frowned, his tone impatient.
"... Southeast Port... Berth No. 3..." I gasped, my consciousness half awake and half confused. I accidentally overheard the secret conversation between him and his confidants in my previous life, and blurted out uncontrollably, "The base price... Cannot be higher than...1.76 Billion..."
The air suddenly became stagnant.
