The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 124 - : How is the performance of Jiangjing’s teacher, number 048?_4

Chapter 124: How is the performance of Jiangjing’s teacher, number 048?_4

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Bai Lian must have sensed them, as Jiang Fulai slightly lifted his head.

Perhaps finding Jiang He annoying, his eyes were as cold as frosty mountains, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his pale and frosty gaze swept over Pu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize.

Zhang Shize passed the beverage in his hand to Bai Lian.

Feeling the gaze and lifting his head, his footsteps halted.

You see, Zhang Shize never liked listening to his deskmate’s conversations because most of the time he couldn’t understand them. At those moments, Zhang Shize would feel like the ‘idiot’ Pu Xiaohan referred to.

But

The person in front.

That person didn’t even need to speak, just a glance.

Yes, just like now, a single glance was enough for Zhang Shize to feel like an idiot.

“Ah,” said Zhang Shize, looking at Pu Xiaohan and Bai Lian with an expressionless face, “I’m going to play basketball.”

He quickly fled the battleground.

With sheer nerve, Pu Xiaohan greeted Jiang He, “Xiaoniao.”

Hearing this nickname, Jiang Fulai’s eyebrows twitched, he glanced at Jiang He, then stuffed his phone back into his pocket and sneered.

Jiang He buried his head in his knees, too depressed to speak.

Bai Lian held the beverage Zhang Shize had offered her in one hand, and with the other, she took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

Only then did Jiang He slowly lift his head and reach out to take it.

Jiang He unfolded the paper at a leisurely pace.

On the blank paper wasn’t a cat.

It was a graceful crane lifting its delicate long legs, half-spread wings as if to fly to the Jade Capital.

Jiang He blinked, amazement sparkling in his eyes.

Even the normally timid Pu Xiaohan couldn’t help but speak, “You drew it so lifelike?”

As Bai Lian passed the paper to Jiang He, she suddenly remembered someone snatching a child’s possession, she looked up, about to say something to Jiang Fulai.

Her phone vibrated twice in the pocket.

Bai Lian looked down and saw it was an unrecognized number.

She glanced at it and lazily pressed the green call button, answering, “Hello?”

The person on the other end probably didn’t expect her reaction and was silent, only the faint breathing coming through the radio.

Bai Lian remained silent as well.

The two seemed to be engaged in a silent standoff.

After a long while, a female voice on the phone said, “I will be in Xiangcheng tomorrow.”

Bai Lian wasn’t in a good mood today either.

She arched an eyebrow, her response cold and brief, “Who are you?”

The woman on the other end finally couldn’t stand it anymore and spoke, “You’re asking who I am? Have you become so muddled that you can’t even recognize your own mother’s voice?”

“Oh,” Bai Lian replied, still with that same indifferent air, “Anything else?”

On the other end of the phone.

In the car on the highway, Ji Mulan abruptly hung up the call.

The refined man skimming through files beside her glanced at her and said, “You need to give the child some patience.”

“I just hope she doesn’t cause any trouble,” Ji Mulan said with a hand to her forehead, clearly exasperated, “She’s currently living with my dad, and that man… ”

“She’s always been in Xiangcheng?” The man turned to Ji Mulan, pondered for a moment, “If she’s in Xiangcheng, perhaps you could bring her back to Jiangjing with you. She’s about the same age as Zhiyue, they’re sure to get along.”

Hearing him say this.

Ji Mulan tapped her phone gently. If Bai Lian could go to Jiangjing, she certainly could have better prospects.

“Right, she’s in her senior year just like Zhiyue. Zhiyue is smart, but Alian is a different type altogether. You wouldn’t know, but her father kicked her out of the house,” Ji Mulan’s voice was almost a sigh.

The man was used to being around exceptionally talented people.

Ji Mulan had to manage his expectations in advance, just to lower them a notch.

That way, when he finally met Bai Lian, the disappointment wouldn’t be too great.

“She’s in her senior year too,” said the man, surprised, “How are her grades?”