Sitting on the cross-border trading group, the country is chasing after it

When Xin Xiangbo's mother saw that the mother and daughter were difficult to deal with, she immediately threatened to sue them for assault and ruin her reputation so that she would not be able to go to school.

Jiang Ruochu calmly took out her phone and said, "Auntie, when your son said he wanted to support me, he said he learned it from his father."

After she finished speaking, she played the recording on her cell phone.

After Xin Xiangbo's mother heard this, her face turned green. She glared at her husband and son fiercely: "Is this true!!!"

Xin Xiangbo's father hesitated and felt that he had given birth to a son who let him down.

Seeing his guilty look, Xin Xiangbo's mother knew what was going on. She screamed madly, rushed up and slapped the man, making her pig-headed husband scream.

This tactic of diverting trouble was extremely successful. Xin Xiangbo's parents were fighting with each other and had no time to care about Jiang Ruchu.

Later, of course, no apology was made and no money was paid, and the matter just passed.

Jiang Ruochu and Yan Mingyu became famous after one battle, and it was also because of this battle that many people knew that the Jiang family was bankrupt. However, they were not lambs to be slaughtered, and anyone who wanted to target their family again could only think carefully on their own.

Not long after, Jiang Ruochu transferred to a key high school with her fame and started a new study life.

"What do you think of these two skirts?" At this time, Xia Muring was worrying about whether to choose a red skirt or a blue skirt.

Jiang Ruochu pulled herself out of her memories and replied with a smile, "Red is suitable for taking photos, and blue is suitable for attending art gatherings. If you like them, just buy them all."

"That's true." Xia Mu Ning happily decided to take them all. She said to Jiang Ruochu, "Pick one too. I'll give it to you."

Although Jiang Ruochu and Xia Muning have a good relationship, their preferences for clothes are very different. Jiang Ruochu hurriedly said, "No need."

"No, you have to accept it." Xia Mu Ning acted like a domineering CEO, and then she said to the salesgirl, "Go get some more styles for my friend to choose from."

"Okay, Miss Xia."

While the salesgirl was getting new styles, Xia Muning got up and went to the bathroom.

After she left, Ye Sha, who had been silent all the time, spoke curiously: "From Xia Mu Ning's tone, you didn't have a good life before?"

Jiang Ruochu said calmly: "It's nothing bad, it will all pass."

Ye Sha was silent for half a second and then slowly said: "Yes, it will all pass. I didn't have a good life before, but now I am like a fish in water."

Jiang Ruochu could tell that Ye Sha was comforting her, but his comfort was rather silent, and one could not sense it if one did not listen carefully.

Just a few words, probably this is the limit for the young master of the demon clan.

Jiang Ruochu turned around with a smile on her face and responded with her concern: "Speaking of which, how is your practice going now?"

Jiang Ruochu has many kinds of smiles: perfunctory, polite, distant, angry, but this time, her smile was very sincere, like the peach blossoms in March reflected in the lake, rippling the sparkling spring light when the wind blows.

Ye Sha had never seen the spring in this world, but he could feel Jiang Ruochu's bright smile.

He paused for a moment before continuing, "According to the standards of the demon race, I have already broken through to the third level. In the demon world, this would take at least a hundred years to achieve."

"But we are still a long way from using the soul-calling technique." Ye Sha knew that Jiang Ruochu was most concerned about this issue.

Jiang Ruochu was stunned: "That's not what I wanted to ask."

Jiang Ruochu was naturally concerned about when Ye Sha could use the soul-calling technique, but the purpose of her asking Ye Sha just now was not that. She was actually just purely concerned about Ye Sha.

Like to a friend.

Not mixed with any interests.

After spending some time together, she truly regarded Ye Sha as a close friend.

But perhaps Ye Sha still thought that the two were in a contractual relationship.

Just then, Xia Muring came back: "Have the new clothes arrived? If they are, go ahead and choose. What are you two staring at each other for?"

Jiang Ruochu readily took over the conversation: "Who's eyes are bigger?"

"After the competition, my eyes are still bigger."

Ye Sha said unconvincedly: "My cat..."

He originally wanted to say that I looked like a cat with big, cunning eyes.

But when he realized Xia Muring was still there, he changed his words: "My cat's eyes are bigger than yours."

Jiang Ruochu thought about the round eyes of the black cat Yesha and couldn't help laughing. He admitted defeat and said, "That's right, I can't win."

Xia Muring laughed loudly: "You two are really funny, especially you, Yesha. No matter how weird and inexplicable my Jiang Jiang's conversation ideas are, you can always follow them. You are really a devil."

Jiang Ruochu: "..."

Ye Sha: "...almost, I guess."

In a blink of an eye, it was the school anniversary day. The school was filled with colorful flags flying and gongs and drums beating. The whole campus was immersed in a joyful and festive atmosphere. Even the street in front of the school gate was blocked into a long queue.

Looking around, almost all the luxury cars in Ming'an City have arrived here. Even limited edition models that are rarely seen at other times can be seen here today.

Jiang Ruochu had guessed that there would be a traffic jam that day, so she rode her beloved electric scooter out.

When leaving the house, Ye Sha looked at the pink car, and his usually calm face showed an expression that was about to crack. He stubbornly refused: "I won't sit in it."

In Ye Sha’s eyes, a pink electric car is roughly equivalent to a pink mount. How can he, the young master of the demon clan and the future Demon Lord, ride a pink mount?

Even though Ye Sha held his head high, the next second, Jiang Ruochu forced him to put on a helmet, so he had to settle for the next best thing: "I won't sit in the back."

"If you don't sit in the back, can you drive?"

“……”Ye Sha really doesn’t know how to do it.

Finally, under the strong pressure from Jiang Ruochu, Ye Sha reluctantly got on the electric scooter. He had nowhere to put his long legs, so he could only squeeze on the shelf. From a distance, he looked ridiculous and out of harmony.

"Hold on tight, today I'll show you the power of our electric donkey!"

As soon as the words fell, the electric car flew out at lightning speed.