"You have the nerve to say that," Su Zhiruan saw that her father was nearly passing out, she kicked open a gap and directly swung the umbrella handle at her mother with a chuckle, "making me your money-making machine, your slave, and now you talk of family? It's too late."
After she finished speaking, the car Su Zhiruan called arrived.
The driver, witnessing this scene, could hardly believe his eyes. He rubbed them, took a closer look, and finally realized that it was indeed true: a young girl fighting against four others.
Afterward, the young girl picked up her umbrella and casually got into the car.
"License plate ending in 8834, right?" the driver asked.
"That's me. Let's go," Su Zhiruan nodded.
The car then sped away, leaving several people behind on the ground.
After finishing other tasks, Su Zhiruan leaned against the car and closed her eyes to rest.
Now that she had dealt with what needed attention, the most crucial part of the Catastrophe Apocalypse was up next.
