You rascal, stop right there!

Yanyu Tower.

Ling Han really booked an entire private room, and soon a large table of dishes arrived. Suddenly, there were so many dishes that it was hard to keep up.

"Mr. Bai, my men were too heavy-handed. I apologize to you here!" Ling Han said, raising his glass.

Seeing this, Bai Wan also drank generously: "Okay, since Shopkeeper Ling is so sincere, we will not sell fake books near Yuebai Study in the future!"

So you still want to sell fake books!

The person on the other side didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

At this time, Bai Wan saw that Chen Yu's injured right hand was very inconvenient and he couldn't pick up the vegetables for a long time. So he personally picked up the vegetables and meat and put them into the bowl.

Ling Han looked at this scene, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his eyes.

He said, "Mr. Bai, you really take good care of your servants."

Bai Wan said with a playful smile: "Chen Er is not my servant, he is my brother. If Shopkeeper Ling is willing to be my little brother, I will also pick up a chicken leg for you!"

"Then...that's not necessary!" Ling Han said with an awkward smile.

So everyone continued to push and shove, toast, and eat the vegetables and meat.

Suddenly, Ling Han casually asked, "Mr. Bai, have you been in Baiyun City since you were a child?"

Bai Wan shook her head: "No, I came to Baiyun City five years ago."

As soon as these words were spoken, the person opposite him tightened his grip on the wine glass a little, and upon closer inspection he noticed that his purple robe was shaking slightly.

"Five years ago? Why?" Ling Han put down his wine glass immediately.

"I……"

At this point, Bai Wan was unable to continue speaking, as if he was recalling bad memories.

Chen Yu at the side said quickly: "The boss was seriously injured and drifted to the river bank outside Baiyun City. Then he didn't remember anything in the past, nor did he remember who he was."

Ling Han looked at Bai Wan in shock. He finally understood why this man looked so strange just now!

"Haven't you ever thought about looking back at your family and your past?" he asked.

Bai Wan shook his head and said, "I've been to the government office, but no one in the nearby towns has reported anyone missing.

My thumb was cut off, and I have no way to compare the fingerprints with those in the household registration near the government office. I can’t remember anything. So I have no choice but to stay in Baiyun City for now!"

"What! Your hand is broken?!"

Ling Han almost stood up in fright.

He grabbed Bai Wan's right hand in disbelief, and looked at the clear cotton fingertip on the thumb with his eyes widened.

"That's in the past! Besides, I still have my left hand!" Bai Wan laughed, "You don't know that the fake copies of "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things" were all painted by me with my left hand!"

Suddenly, the surroundings were quiet.

Bai Wan then remembered that it seemed a bit too boastful to say in front of this person that he was the one who drew the fake picture.

Unexpectedly, Ling Han sighed endlessly, holding the fake item that Manager Zheng had just given him in a somewhat confused manner.

Looking at the album, he did not feel embarrassed at all. He just flipped through the pages one by one, but his fingers moved slower and slower.

"How could this be... How could this be..." He kept muttering.

Bai Wan looked at the man and became even more confused.

Why do I feel like I've seen this mumbling voice somewhere before?

"Chen Er, why does everyone react so strongly when seeing my severed finger recently?" Bai Wan whispered to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu consoled him, "They are all scholars who value their hands. No matter whether the boss has a thumb or not, he will always be our boss!"

"You are getting better and better at talking, kid! I'll give you a chicken drumstick, boss!"

Bai Wan was very pleased to hear this and quickly put the chicken leg not far away into Chen Yu's bowl.

Suddenly, a slightly hurried voice came.

"Why are you here?!"

A man looked up and saw Ling Shumo, dressed in green, who had appeared here at some point.

There seemed to be something strange in his eyes. When he looked where he was looking, he saw that he was using chopsticks to pick up a chicken leg for Chen Yu.

"Well, I got into trouble for helping my younger brother seek justice, and Shopkeeper Ling booked a banquet. We're coming to eat now!"

Hearing this, Ling Shumo turned his gaze towards the man in purple robe.

When Ling Han saw the person coming, he was even more shocked than Bai Wan: "Why are you here?"

He was about to say it when the person opposite him gave him a look and changed his mind.

"If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known that you had left home!" Ling Shumo was rarely impatient.

"I'm just worried and confused!" Ling Han said aggrievedly.

……

What's the situation?

Bai Wan had a look of eating melon on his face.

This Ling Han’s surname is Ling. Could he be the Mr. Ling who keeps Qingque in the orchid garden?

Look at this questioning and doting tone! The relationship is extraordinary!

He suddenly felt his right hand, which had just been touched by Ling Han, start to feel a little numb, and he quickly moved the stool away from Ling Han.

"Abai, the dishes may be cold now! Go back and ask the cook to reheat them." Ling Shumo said.

Ah Bai?

It was the first time that Bai Wan heard this person call her like this.

"Okay, then I'll send Chen Er home and go back to Lanyuan immediately." Bai Wan patted Chen Yu's shoulder.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Manager Ling, since you said this table is for us brothers to make amends, can we take it away?"

Ling Han didn't expect Bai Wan to be so thick-skinned. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay! I'll send someone to deliver it to your injured brothers."

"Okay! Then Chen Er and I will leave first! If you have anything to say, please discuss it slowly... slowly... discuss it..."

Bai Wan supported Chen Yu and walked towards the door. As she walked, she looked at the two of them with an ambiguous smile on her face.

Ling Shumo didn't understand why this person could laugh so obscenely. He seemed to be choked by something and quickly avoided his gaze.