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nLu Zhaoying looked at Qi Chengjun as if he had seen a ghost.

nWhen he called Qi Chengjun yesterday, he had been at the airport.

nLu Zhaoying had thought that Qi Chengjun had received the notice in advance.

n“No way, did you get it wrong? What’s with 129?” Lu Zhaoying was rarely serious and solemn. “They take this kind of trivial matter too?”

nLu Zhaoying couldn’t accept it. He didn’t have much contact with the core members of 129 and only knew that there were a few great experts inside. Out of the experts, one of them was especially expensive and was the most difficult to deal with…

nBut what did it have to do with their little pitiful friend?

nAs for Qin Ran being a member of 129?

nWhat a joke.

nLu Zhaoying didn’t even think about this possibility.

nCheng Juan also narrowed his eyes and stopped paying attention to his mannequin. He dragged a chair over and lifted his chin towards Qi Chengjun. “Tell me.”

n“It’s just…” Qi Chengjun thought for a while and said, “I didn’t ask much, but it seemed to be someone with the surname Feng.”

n“I know!” Lu Zhaoying patted the table and seemed to have realized something. “Uncle Jiang told me before that Feng Loucheng had contacted the Public Security Bureau. He’s the mayor of Yun Cheng, and it was probably due to his approval that the court could be opened so quickly.”

nCheng Juan had an impression of Feng Loucheng. He was a capable person and had been promoted quickly.

n“I originally thought that he was showing favor to Master Juan, but it doesn’t seem like it.” Lu Zhaoying pondered over it. “So, he did it for Qin Ran?”

nBut why was it necessary for him to go so far to find Qi Chengjun?

nHe thought that nobody except Master Juan would do such a boring thing.

n“Qin Ran also knows the mayor?” Lu Zhaoying was really surprised.

nHe was also especially curious. How could Qin Ran know Feng Loucheng?

nHe suddenly felt like Qin Ran was mysterious.

nHer identity was obviously nothing much, but the people involved with her had bigger and bigger backgrounds.

nFeng Loucheng could be ignored, but 129 wasn’t so easily ignored.

nCheng Juan didn’t speak. He had never checked on her background before and had only investigated her files in Ninghai after this case had happened.

nHis understanding of Qin Ran was limited to her relationship with Ning Qing and the Lin family.

nHer family background was simple and her parents were divorced.

nThose who played politics were mostly shrewd, so Feng Loucheng didn’t seem like a good old man.

n“Let’s go back.” Cheng Juan reached out and took his coat. “I’ll revisit the file of Ninghai’s 712 case from three years ago.”

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nThe sky was almost dark when Qin Ran went from the hospital to the school. The street lights outside the school gate were turned on.

nLin Jinxuan was standing under the streetlamp, his slender figure tall and straight.

nAt this time, the first evening self-study was taking place and many students had taken advantage of this time to come out for supper.

nLin Jinxuan’s eye-catching appearance attracted a lot of attention.

nWatching as Qin Ran got off the taxi, he frowned slightly, his gaze moving to her hand. “Is your hand ok?”

n“It doesn’t hinder my daily life.” Qin Ran raised her eyebrows.

n“Then…” Lin Jinxuan didn’t know how to get along well with girls. If it had been Qin Yu, she would have cried to him and he would then give her his bank card.

nAs for Qin Ran, she made it seem like it was nothing. Their personalities were too different and Lin Jinxuan was at a loss.

n“You have my number on your phone. If you’re in trouble, remember to call me.” Lin Jinxuan sighed. He thought about Ning Qing’s attitude and understood why Qin Ran was behaving like this. “Take this card.”

nHe thought for a moment and then gently patted her head before saying in a slow voice, “Have you eaten dinner?”

n“Yes.” Qin Ran avoided him, still very cool. She didn’t say much and just frowned slightly.

nNot far away, Qin Yu was standing with a group of people with her lips pursed.

nShe already knew that Lin Jinxuan had come out to see Qin Ran, so she had asked the driver to driver over, giving the excuse that she had left her papers in class.

n“Who is that person next to Qin Ran? He’s so handsome, and he seems quite familiar.” The babyface beside Qin Yu whispered.

nQin Yu didn’t speak and just grasped her book tighter with her fingernails.

nLin Jinxuan was difficult to get close to. She had tried several years before getting closer to him. Usually, she was the one sticking to him every day, and she rarely saw him take the initiative to get close to someone.

nThis scene was really annoying to her.

nShe just didn’t understand what else Qin Ran had besides her face.

nShe was so studious and was so good at the violin, but why did Qin Ran have everyone surrounding her when she didn’t even do anything?

nQin Ran didn’t seem to talk much to Lin Jinxuan and entered the school gate within a few minutes.

nLin Jinxuan looked at her back for a few minutes before turning back to drive away.

n“Let’s go.” Qin Yu didn’t go back home and went to her class.

nShe glanced down at her cell phone, her eyes dull.

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nQin Ran didn’t go directly to class as the guard called her. “Qin Ran, come here, you have a courier.”

nQin Ran looked good, so the guard recognized her.

nRecently, all the guards showed concern over her hand and asked more and more questions.

n“It’s a little heavy.” The guard picked up the box. “I’ll help you carry it to the door of the dorm, then you can let the dorm auntie bring it up for you.”

nHe picked up the box easily.

nQin Ran had wanted to say that she could do it herself, but the uncle was being very enthusiastic.

nShe touched her chin, smiled, and turned her head slightly. “Then help me get it to class.”

n“Okay!”

nThere were only half of the students in the class tonight. Because the class had ended, they were all sitting around.

nLin Siran was discussing a question with Xia Fei when she saw them. She immediately put down her book, took the box, and thanked the guard. Then, she asked, “Ran Ran, what’s this?”

n“It’s for you.” Qin Ran sat back in her chair and leaned against the wall, propping her legs up casually.

nShe then took the book in a foreign language called on the table.

nShe had wanted to dig out for candy, but thinking about her hand, she gave up.

nLin Siran’s eyes lit up. “Then can I open it now?”

n“You can open it whenever you want.” Qin Ran flipped open her book.

nLin Siran immediately asked for a blade and opened the box. Other students came over to watch, and even Qiao Sheng came over to sit on the edge of Lin Siran’s chair.

n“Hurry up, the class is starting.”

n“It looks pretty big, is it a doll?”

n“Let’s see what gift our Big Boss Qin gave you…” Qiao Sheng said. Before he could finish, he stopped suddenly and looked at Qin Ran, stunned.

nThe crowd who had originally come to watch also fell silent.

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