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nLin Wan looked up and followed his gaze.

nA man in a gray blazer was opening the door, leaning forward slightly, very polite.

nSince she had just come out of Feng Loucheng’s house, Lin Wan was naturally familiar with this back view and the slightly concealed face. Isn’t this the Mayor?

nFeng Loucheng had climbed to this position before he was even fifty years old. He was humble but had a sort of domineering spirit in his bones.

nBut at this time, that sharp spirit had all converged.

nLin Wan couldn’t help wondering who was the one who could make Yun Cheng’s mayor walk a half step behind and give this respectful attitude?

n“You said she was Qin Ran?” Lin Wan hesitated, turning her eyes to the girl in the plaid shirt who had already entered the door.

nThe girl only showed her back and wasn’t wearing a school uniform. Half of her body was covered by Feng Loucheng. Lin Wan had only seen Qin Ran once, so she couldn’t recognize her.

nShe put away her lipstick, smiled, and thoughtfully looked back. “How could it be her? You must have seen it wrongly. She only came out of the police station last night, how could she possibly see the mayor now?”

nThe person who could make Feng Loucheng walk a step behind and open the door for her was Qin Ran?

nEven throughout the whole of Yun Cheng, Lin Wan couldn’t even think of anyone who could make Feng Loucheng be so respectful.

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nIn the room, Qin Ran pulled a chair to the window and sat down.

nFeng Loucheng poured two cups of tea and pushed one to Qin Ran.

nQin Ran pushed open the window. There was an artificial lake downstairs. She leaned back against the chair, held the teacup in her left hand but did not drink it, just turned it around in her hands.

nFeng Loucheng saw that her right hand was wrapped in gauze and frowned, his voice tense. “Your hand?”

n“Why are you so nervous, I can’t die from this.” Qin Ran leaned lazily against the back of her chair, raising her brows slightly.

n“Nonsense!” Feng Loucheng rarely raised his elder attitude. “What do you mean it’s alright, do you know how much your hands…”

nHearing this, Qin Ran leaned on her chin, tilted her head, and glanced at him.

nFeng Loucheng paused and stared at Qin Ran.

nHe changed the topic, but his face was still black. “I’ll take you to the hospital to do a check-up.”

n“It’s really okay,” Qin Ran said, looking at the palm of her right hand and smiling indifferently. “I came to you to talk about Mingyue.”

n“Mingyue?” Feng Loucheng glanced at her hand and forced himself to look away.

n“Have you met? She must have been happy to see you.”

nQin Ran nodded and said, “We met Xu Shen yesterday.”

n“Him?!” Feng Loucheng’s face sank, and the teacup landed on the table with a slam.

nQin Ran summarized the incident to him.

n“That scum!” Feng Loucheng grimaced. “Don’t worry about this, I’ll deal with it.”

n“Okay.” The dishes were almost here, all of which Qin Ran liked to eat. She propped her legs up and ate with her chopsticks.

nAlthough Feng Loucheng was thinking about Pan Mingyue, his eyes were still staring at her.

nHe immediately asked the server to clear the dishes. “Your hand is injured, why are you eating spicy food?”

nQin Ran faced a healthy bowl of soup: “…”

nFeng Loucheng ordered a few more bowls of light healthy dishes.

nIn front of Qin Ran’s very apathetic face, he bowed his head and muttered quietly, “If… if they know that you were so badly injured on my site, my skin will be cut off.”

nQin Ran poked at the stir-fried cabbage with a few grains of wolfberry expressionlessly.

nThere was no fluctuation in her heart and she even wanted to laugh.

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nXu Shen, at this time, did not know that his impulsiveness had reined in two wise and powerful men.

nFather Xu was in the hospital all night. Xu Shen was injured in many places, and both of his arms were broken. Even if he recovered, it would still have an impact on him.

nHe didn’t know who had beaten his son, but he didn’t plan on letting the other party go for injuring his son this severely.

nIt wasn’t until Deputy Shen talked to him on the phone that he knew the other party was Qin Ran.

n“Why didn’t you tell me that it was Qin Ran yesterday?” Father Xu hung up the phone, his heart beating in anger.

nGrandma Xu didn’t expect his reaction to be so big. “Isn’t that the student you taught before? I know you like her, but she hit…”

n“I told you before that Xu Shen deserved it. You…” Father Xu inhaled sharply.

nHe couldn’t help but light a cigarette and looked at the police officer who was looking for Xu Shen’s confession, frowning.

nHe didn’t dare to find Qin Ran, nor did he have the face to.

nAlthough there was a relationship between master and apprentice, Qin Ran might not even acknowledge him if he went.

nAfter thinking about it for a while, Father Xu went out and made several phone calls.

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nAfter seeing Feng Loucheng, Qin Ran returned to class.

nWhen she got back, the class had just ended.

nMu Ying stood at the entrance of the classroom and waited for her.

n“Cousin, are you back?” Seeing Qin Ran, Mu Ying twisted her fingers, looked down at her hand, and asked carefully, “Is your hand okay?”

nThis morning, the whole school, and even the forum, had been discussing Qin Ran’s injured hand.

nSome people even went to the store to buy a lot of chocolates and other snacks to see her.

nIn the classroom, Qiao Sheng, who had been leaning on the table and chatting away, saw Qin Ran and immediately stood up. He called her.

n“I’m fine.” Qin Ran squinted. “Don’t tell aunt about it. You can go back first.”

nMu Ying said “Oh”, but didn’t leave immediately. She stood at the window and couldn’t help but look into the class. The handsome and sunny boy was walking to Qin Ran’s table, his eyes gentle, the complete opposite of his overbearing and arrogant description.

nShe couldn’t help thinking of how Li Yuhan had described Qiao Sheng. A veritable rich second generation with several mines in his family.

n“Cousin.” Many people come in and out of Class 3.9 from time to time.

nThey all smiled and greeted Mu Ying.

nThey copied Qin Ran and called her Mu Ying cousin.

nMu Ying blushed and responded.

nShe glanced through the window again before leaving.

nIn the class, Lin Siran poured water into Qin Ran’s thermos lid.

n“The next class is biology class.” Seeing how Qin Ran finished the water, she screwed the lid and walked over to help her find her books.

nQin Ran had many books.

nShe had several notes and materials, plus original extracurricular books and textbooks. There was not only a large stack on the table but also several placed on the windowsill.

nLin Siran finally found her biology textbook from a pile of books and pulled it out.

nA piece of paper floated down.

nQin Ran was stunned.

nLin Siran immediately stooped to pick up the paper. “Ran Ran, do you want this paper…”

n“Why aren’t you talking?” Qiao Sheng looked over. “Don’t tell me it’s a love letter…”

nBefore he finished talking, he was also stunned.

nThe paper was full of words, the stance unrestrained and incredibly reckless. The vigor of the handwriting was full of willfulness.

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