He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Many people want to find the owner of this violet jade and want to buy this rare gem.

The last news we received was that it had already been bought by Old Qiu.

Fang Tinglan had no real use for such a large piece, so when Old Qiu offered to buy it, he sold it.

Fang Lin also got a pretty good one, and he plans to go back and find someone to design it, and then give it to Zhong Yuxin after it's finished.

"Where did you go just now?" Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Tinglan.

I found a corner and took a nap.

Fang Lin paused, then said sarcastically, "That's true. You can't do anything, all you can do is wander around for fun. By the way, you know I'm not taking the final exams, right? My dad probably said that."

“I will represent the Fang family in this year’s competition. Do you know what that means?” Fang Lin’s smile was wicked, full of provocation.

"You will lose more and more, Fang Tinglan. Everything you have will be mine. I can only be the head of the Fang family, and you... are just a pitiful wretch who lost both parents. How satisfying! You have no idea how much I hate you. Your existence is like a thorn, constantly reminding me that you are less talented than me, yet you live a better life than me, and that's only because you have a good father."

"Now that you've lost your backer, how do you feel? Isn't it pretty tough?"

Fang Tinglan's eyes were like a still pond, calm and undisturbed. The other person's words were full of malice, but they had no effect on him.

Fang Lin was unwilling to give up and wanted to say something more, but an old man in a wheelchair passed by. The young man behind him pushed the wheelchair with his head down and eyes downcast. The old man glanced at Fang Lin and Fang Lin felt his whole body freeze. The other man's eyes were too terrifying.

His gaze swept over Fang Lin, lingered on Fang Tinglan's face for a few seconds, and then he looked away.

Fang Lin breathed a sigh of relief as the old man disappeared from sight.

After getting off the plane, Fang Lin went to find Zhong Yuxin, while Fang Tinglan took a taxi home by herself.

Fang Tinglan sat on the right, Qu Yi sat on his left, and 3333 was leaning against the window looking at the scenery.

Qu Yi glanced at his text message, which showed his bank card balance: "Won't they investigate if so much money suddenly gets deposited into my account?"

“This was done before my father passed away, so it’s a special case and won’t be investigated.”

"Your persona is wrong. You're the pathetic wretch Fang Lin was talking about."

"The poor wretch isn't poor anymore."

Fang Tinglan put down her phone, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look to her left.

Qu Yi turned her head: "What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and raised his hand slightly.

"Lead."

The word wasn't spoken loudly; if Qu Yi hadn't been sitting so close, she might not have heard it at all.

The boy's eyes sparkled, and the tips of his fair ears were tinged with a light red, which showed signs of deepening.

They said it was something important.

Qu Yi felt a little amused and grabbed his hand.

Their fingers interlocked, filling each other's gaps, as if filling in each other's voids.

Fang Tinglan felt a surge of satisfaction, her thin lips curving upwards like flower petals.

"Is this okay?"

Qu Yi raised her clasped hands, her dark eyes filled with a faint, misty smile.

The boy looked away and gazed out the window, the blush spreading from the tips of his ears to his neck, making him look like a boiled shrimp.

half an hour.

"Ah."

The response was even quieter than before.

I wonder where that calm demeanor from the Eastern City of Jade Gambling went.