Ren Wanxuan didn’t understand why Ren Qian was partial towards Bailian. Just because Bailian was good-looking and a bit luckier? Beside her, Chen Zheng also quietly looked at the calligraphy scroll. Hearing Ren Wanxuan’s words, he nodded almost imperceptibly. Ji Heng tapped his pipe and withdrew his gaze from the auction stage, throwing another look…

When Jiang Fuli returned, Bailian was still squatting at the door. She folded up her umbrella and lazily looked up at the continuous heavy rain, her long hair casually pinned at the back of her head by an antique wooden hairpin. The hair by her forehead was damp from the misty rain, softly brushing past…

Zhu Jiaran waved her hand. She currently didn’t have the energy, “We aren’t close enough to make a group chat.” Tang Ming made a study group chat. On the right. Ren Wanxuan’s group of four were discussing where to go eat dinner tonight. Their voices weren’t loud, but very noticeable in the quiet lecture hall.…

“Hello, I’m Ren Wanxuan’s grandfather.” Ren Qian spoke first. He stood not far away, squinting as he sized up Bailian. His dignified aura was quite oppressive. “Bailian.” Bailian nodded at him in greeting, her tone even. Ren Qian quietly observed her – the school uniform jacket was the same as the other students, and the…

The Ren family in Xiangcheng was practically an existence that dominated half the sky, but the small police were not to be underestimated. Looking at Ren Wanyuan and those people’s high and mighty attitude, and then looking at Bailian’s well-behaved yet persecuted style of learning, they only need a second to favor the weak. However,…

Bailian, the new transfer student, gained the highest attention in Xiangcheng Middle School due to her overly striking looks. Anyone who had seen her would not forget her. The girl who was just talking had seen Bailian on the second floor at lunchtime, and had a deep impression. Seeing Ren Wanxuan so angry now, she…

The homeroom teacher of Class 8 hurriedly took out his glasses and put them on. He also took out the answers Jiangjing had given, and carefully compared them with this student’s. The answers this student had were plain and conventional, very standard and concise methods. The students at the training center all followed these steps.…

Ren Wanxuan’s face was cold, and she didn’t continue speaking. However, she felt extremely annoyed inside. Chen Zheng, who was sitting next to her, had already figured it out – he didn’t recognize Bailian earlier, but now after hearing what Ren Wanxuan said, he remembered that this was the person he saw on the street…

“Goodbye, Aunt Song,” Bailian said politely as she saw Ji Shaojun come out.   Mrs. Song stood at the door and watched Bailian and the other two leave.   She got back into the car and picked up her phone. After a long while, she dialed a number.   The other end was picked up…

A few scattered numbers were written very casually.   Written in one go with flowing clouds and flowing water. The momentum between strokes faintly revealed a killing aura.   Jiang Fuli looked at the words in a daze for a while before continuing to look at the data.   If the first three sets of…