Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

It's no exaggeration to say that when Lin heard that someone was going to be kidnapped, Jiang Zong dared to hand over a sack.

But today, when faced with a question like Lin Ting's, Jiang Zong frowned.

He looked at Lin Ting, and there was something... aggrieved in his eyes?

“If you ask me to take care of Zheng Miaoying or Yang Meiyun, no way, I don’t care.”

He looked like a wounded puppy, his eyes were even a little red.

Lin Ting: "Huh?"

"What the hell? Why are you asking me to take care of them?"

Jiang Zong was taken aback, his dim eyes gradually brightening: "You...you didn't come here to entrust your child to someone?"

"What nonsense! Am I the kind of person who would sacrifice my life for a cause?"

Jiang Zong looked at the milk tea in his hand, then at Lin Tingqing's aloof expression, and hesitated: "Then you..."

It's like a romantic movie, the atmosphere has been built up to this point, so why is the plot different from what he imagined?

Lin Ting rubbed her hands together: "You asked about milk tea? Mr. Fang bought it. He said he would treat me to ten cups as long as I was free, so I bought it. It was an easy way to make a small profit of five yuan and three jiao."

Jiang Zong: "..."

"I was too lazy to take my bag when I went out, so I didn't bring my cell phone. Nobody came in here for ages. If I didn't shout, would I just freeze?"

"..."

Jiang Zong felt as if something inside him had gently... shattered.

But he was in a good mood, which at least proved that Tingting had no intention of sacrificing herself for other people's sake.

"Then tell me, I will definitely do it."

"Come on, come here."

Lin Ting pulled Jiang Zong to a flat patch of snow, picked up a twig, squatted down, and started drawing while saying:

"I've been thinking about this for the past two days. I definitely can't beat them in numbers... Don't talk. No matter how good you are, you can't fight hundreds of people by yourself. Besides, even eating a hundred sunflower seeds will make your mouth dry. Fighting a hundred people will exhaust you."

Seeing how serious she was, Jiang Zong gradually relaxed: "Okay, then go ahead."

"Our problem now is that we don't know exactly how many of them there are. We need a trigger to lure them all out, so I can't choose to show up in a crowded place..."

"Ah."

"Here, look. Tomorrow you go here first and wait for me here. Then I'll be a little later and have Brother Liang pick me up."

"Can I switch with him?"

"No, it's not reasonable for you to come here with me. Besides, you're responsible for opening the door for me. I don't trust anyone else."

"Alright, be careful."

"Well, that's the first thing. The second thing is..."

Lin Ting and Jiang Zong squatted by the roadside, talking and drawing on the snow. The streetlights shone on them, and from a distance, they looked like a young couple having a private conversation.

That's what the students watching the commotion from behind the glass thought, anyway.

Fifth floor.

Liang Tianxing squinted and asked, "Zhu Zi, can you see what Lin is drawing there?"

Zhang Haizhu squinted as well, shaking his head: "I don't know, I can't see clearly."

"Why am I so panicked..." Liang Tianxing muttered to himself, "I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

Zhang Haizhu glanced at him sideways: "Ever since you gave away all your wealth, you've been saying you feel uneasy every day. Are you sure it's because of those two?"

Liang Tianxing: "..."

"Brother, why don't you go to the hospital to get your heart checked? We're still young, we should treat any illnesses as soon as possible."

"roll!"

Half an hour later, Jiang Zong returned to his dormitory carrying six cups of milk tea.

He placed the milk tea on the table: "Listen to this, it's on me."

Tingting treated everyone to a meal, and Fang Deliang paid the bill, so Tingting even made a profit of five yuan and three jiao.

"The milk tea isn't important. What's important is, you two have been dawdling for so long, what are you planning to bury?"

As Liang Tianxing spoke, he placed the milk tea on the radiator.

Half an hour later, the milk tea had gone completely cold.

Jiang Zong took off his down jacket, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at Liang Tianxing and said seriously, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Liang Tianxing was startled by his serious expression and subconsciously said, "Young Master, don't give me that death wish or entrusting your son to someone! We're not short of money. If necessary, we can spend ten or twenty thousand to find someone to do it. Don't be so stubborn as to rush in yourself!"

"I don't care, I absolutely don't care about this!"

Jiang Zong: "..."

He seemed to understand what Tingting had been feeling just now.