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Wen Tingli recalled that she had seen the photo of Mr. Meng in the newspaper a few days ago. She remembered that the title of the article was "Young People Are To Be Formidable - Remembering Meng Qiguang, Boss of Dachang Industrial".

The article said that when Meng Qiguang inherited his father's business, Dachang Company was on the verge of bankruptcy, but he only spent two or three years to buy back all the old factories that his father had lost when he was alive, and he also opened several new flour mills in Wuhan, Cixi, Ningbo and other places. Now Dachang's capital has expanded several times, and it has become a rising star in the local industrial sector. There are also rumors that Meng Qiguang has close personal relationships with several gang leaders in Shanghai and has connections in both the black and white worlds.

"Master Meng is both capable and ambitious, and is a hundred times more shrewd and capable than his late father." And so on.

While Meng Qiguang was thinking, a lively woman with short hair and a round face beside him said, "Miss Wen, do you still remember me?"

Wen Tingli smiled apologetically and shook her head.

The short-haired woman did not take it as an offense and introduced herself openly: "My name is Huang Yuanshan, and I am a director of the Golden Film Company."

Wen Tingli was surprised. Anyone who likes to watch movies knows the name of Huang Yuanshan. She is a famous director who has become popular in the past two years. Her works have a unique style and are box office hits. Therefore, she is highly valued by the Golden Film Company. The big star Duan Miaoqing was made famous by her.

As a frequent cinema goer, I have seen almost every film directed by Huang Yuanshan, and my favorite is last year's popular "The Past of Chunshen".

Out of curiosity, she began to look at Huang Yuanshan carefully. He was about 27 or 28 years old, with short hair, a baseball cap, and was dressed very casually. However, his eyes were bright and determined, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a smart person.

Huang Yuanshan took the initiative to hand over a business card: "I met Miss Wen once in the auditorium of your school. Miss Wen played the leading role in "Vertigo" that night, which was unforgettable. After the show, I wanted to go over and say hello to you, but unfortunately Miss Wen had already left."

Someone nearby laughed and said, "Is Sister Huang going to discover another big star?"

"Miss Wen is both beautiful and talented. It would be a pity if she didn't act in a movie. How about Miss Wen come to our company for an audition some other day?"

Wen Tingli smiled and shook her head: "Thank you Director Huang for your kindness, but unfortunately I am not very interested in acting."

"If you're not interested, how can you act so well? Don't get me wrong, Miss Wen. Our company is a decent one and we only make progressive films."

She seemed determined to persuade Wen Tingli, and as she spoke she took out a ticket to the Golden Theater from her clothes and handed it to her.

Wen Tingli smiled awkwardly. Although she loved drama, she didn't want to have anything to do with the film company. Meng Qiguang laughed and said, "Why bother a little girl? There are so many actors in your company, such as Duan Miaoqing and Shen Qing, who are all very popular. What's missing is this one?"

A few ladies happened to pass by outside. When they heard this, they shook their heads at Huang Yuanshan and said, "It's rare for you to attend a party, but you keep talking about movies. No wonder your father is so angry. He ignores the family business and is busy with some new culture every day. Don't you think about whose daughter would go to film? The girl is Baoxin's classmate. It's strange that she would agree to your request."

"Prejudice!" Huang Yuanshan blushed. "What you said is prejudice! Film is one of the eight major arts in the world—"

At this time, the Qiao family's steward brought in a number of young men in fancy clothes and beautiful hats. When they saw Meng Qiguang and Huang Yuanshan, they laughed and asked, "Why are you two here so early?"

Wen Tingli was just wondering why Qiao Xingchu hadn't come to look for her yet. Fortunately, with this interruption, Huang Yuanshan finally changed the topic: "Qiguang and I are waiting for someone."

"Did I hear that correctly? Who has the presence of mind to ask you two to wait?"

"Don't you know? Mr. Lu from Nanyang Hongye will also be here tonight."

There was a silence in the room. Almost everyone present had heard of the name of "Nanyang Hongye Lu Family".

The Lu family's ancestral home is in Shanghai, but they made their fortune in Southeast Asia. It is said that one of the Lu family's ancestors sailed across the ocean to Southeast Asia to make a living. He first worked as a miner and then as an apprentice in a money shop. After saving enough money, he opened a large grocery store in the local area. Business was booming. A few years later, he sold all his belongings and went to Wendong Port to hire people to open a mine. Unexpectedly, he dug up tin mines and made a fortune. He then took advantage of the situation to buy a large amount of land to plant rubber, and became a famous rubber king in Southeast Asia.

Mr. Lu is the second generation heir of the Hongye Lu family. After inheriting his father's business, Mr. Lu further opened up businesses such as ocean shipping and cotton and linen machinery factories, expanding the Lu family's assets to places such as Batavia, Medan and Sumatra.

After that, Mr. Lu transferred part of his assets to the country with a patriotic enthusiasm. Over the past 20 years, he invested in industries in Shanghai, Beijing, Tianjin, Hong Kong and other places. The Lixin Bank next to Suzhou Bridge alone could provide 30 to 40 million yuan in loans to patriotic small and medium-sized enterprises a year (Note).

There is a saying in the market: "If the Lu family can just slip a little bit of money through the cracks in their hands, they can save a small factory in Shanghai."

If the Qiao family really managed to invite Mr. Lu tonight, it would be no wonder that even Meng Qiguang was willing to wait patiently.

But Qiao Baoxin smiled and said, "You all guessed wrong. The one who came tonight is not Mr. Lu, but Mr. Lu."

Everyone was more and more surprised: "Lu Shicheng?"

The two girls blushed. Wen Tingli was wondering why everyone had different expressions when she suddenly saw an old acquaintance walking through the garden outside the window - Qiu Dapeng.

Ever since she started dating Qiao Xingchu, Qiu Lingyun has never blocked her at the school gate again. Qiu Dapeng and Mrs. Qiu must have known that their son was in trouble, so they haven't visited the Wen family recently.

Strange, why is Qiu Dapeng here tonight? Oh, yes, Qiu Dapeng is now a comprador in Dabao Foreign Trade Company. Dabao Foreign Trade Company's daughter is a cousin of Qiao Baoxin. Qiu Dapeng is so good at scheming, so it's not surprising that he came here.

Before she could take a closer look, the figure quickly blended into the crowd. At this time, Qiao Baoxin stood up and said, "It's a bit hot, Tingli, Aisha, Qizhen, let's go for a walk in the garden."

Wen Tingli originally wanted to go out and find out what was going on, so she smiled and said, "Okay."

Huang Yuanshan caught up and said, "Miss Wen, please take my words to heart. I can see that you like drama, so it won't hurt to come and give it a try."

"She can't go." Someone responded.

Wen Tingli was delighted that Qiao Xingchu had arrived.

Qiao Xingchu walked straight to Wen Tingli and said to Huang Yuanshan with a smile: "Sister Yuanshan, let me introduce you formally. Miss Wen is me--"

"Xingchu!" Before she finished speaking, a middle-aged woman wearing a tight cheongsam made of light ink and silver satin walked in. The woman stared at Wen Tingli with extremely sharp eyes.

Wen Tingli was frightened by the coldness in the other person's eyes and was stunned.

Qiao Xingchu frowned and whispered, "Mom."

Mrs. Qiao's face was full of smiles in the blink of an eye. She said to the young people in the room, "I am sorry for the inconvenience. Xingchu said that he would come in to greet you, but he ran into Liyun in the garden just now. As you know, he and Liyun have known each other since childhood. It was okay that he didn't see Liyun in the first two years because she was studying in America. Now that she is back, the two children will have endless things to talk about. I was just laughing at Xingchu. Why can't we talk about it later? Why did he have to leave a room full of guests behind?"

Wen Tingli looked at Qiao Xingchu in shock, then at Mrs. Qiao.

Qiao Xingchu looked straight at her mother and said coldly, "It's too hot in the room. I'll take Tingli out for a walk first."

Although Wen Tingli was confused, she quickly calmed herself down and bowed to Mrs. Qiao: "Hello, Auntie."

Her smile was so innocent and sweet that it could melt even the ice. Mrs. Qiao just stared at her son and said, "Don't forget that your grandfather is still waiting for you in the study."

Qiao Xingchu was unmoved: "Mother, her name is Wen Tingli, she is my——"

"Your grandfather has fainted just now!" Mrs. Qiao interrupted Qiao Xingchu with a sullen face, "Are you going to force him to go to the hospital?"

Qiao Xingchu seemed to be choked by these words and choked.

Mrs. Qiao's tone slowed down a bit, and she lowered her voice and said, "Someone from the Lu family is coming tonight. Your grandfather and father will personally entertain the guests and have many things to tell you. Don't make them angry again."

Then he gently advised, "You are such a naive kid. Your grandfather is still angry. The more you resist, the worse it will be. Do you have to make things completely awkward tonight? Why don't you wait a while before talking about it?"

These words clearly revealed a hint of compromise. Qiao Xingchu was touched and turned to look at Wen Tingli, still looking a little worried.

Mrs. Qiao put on a amiable expression and politely asked Wen Tingli, "I heard that you guys are classmates at Baoxin School. Is your last name Wen?"

Wen Tingli smiled sweetly and nodded.

"This child is so beautiful." Mrs. Qiao held Wen Tingli's hand and looked at her. "How is her homework?"

Qiao Baoxin was originally caught between her mother and brother and was in a dilemma. Upon hearing this, she said quickly, "Tingli is good at her studies and in every aspect. She always plays the leading role in every patriotic performance at school. Even the teachers in our school drama club are full of praise for her."

Mrs. Qiao smiled more sincerely: "How old are you this year?"

"I'm eighteen."

Mrs. Qiao nodded kindly: "As big as our precious heart, what month were you born?"

While talking, he held Wen Tingli's hand affectionately. Qiao Xingchu's expression eased a little. Then someone came in and said, "Director Deng from Cixin Hospital is here."

Mrs. Qiao took the opportunity to urge Qiao Xingchu: "Go and entertain Dean Deng quickly. She is an excellent doctor. She will help your grandfather to see him in person later, so that we can feel more at ease."

"Then I'll leave you later." Qiao Xingchu nodded to the people in the room, and then said softly to Wen Tingli, "I'm leaving?"

Mrs. Qiao's smile remained unchanged. As soon as her son left, she let go of Wen Tingli's hand and looked at the other two female classmates: "Which one of you is Chen Aisha? Who is Liu Qizhen?"

The two of them responded politely, and Mrs. Qiao said kindly, "Xingchu knows that you are Baoxin's best classmates. I am afraid of neglecting you three, so this is considered a formal introduction. You are welcome to come to our house often in the future."

These words completely severed the relationship between her son and Wen Tingli. Wen Tingli bit her lip. It was obvious that Mrs. Qiao really didn't like her.

Perhaps, because the two of them were not very familiar with each other, she believed that as long as they got to know each other a few more times, Mrs. Qiao would definitely know how lovely she was.

Thinking of this, she smiled happily and confidently again. Suddenly, she felt a gaze from the opposite side falling on her. When she raised her eyes, she saw Meng Qiguang looking at her jokingly.

He stood up from the sofa and said to Mrs. Qiao casually, "Cousin, please be busy first. I'll go to the study to talk to my cousin's husband."

Although this man was young, he was steady and had great demeanor. When he left, the rest of the young people followed him out.

Mrs. Qiao smiled and shook her head. She looked back at Wen Tingli and her expression turned completely cold. She said to Qiao Baoxin, "Your sister Liyun is in the garden. You always miss her. Why don't you go and play with her?"

Qiao Baoxin put her arm around her mother's shoulders and said mysteriously, "It's grandpa's birthday tonight, and I prepared a gift for him."

"what gift?"

Suddenly a servant came over and said, "Madam, Principal Michelle from the Practical Girls' School is here."

Over there, a tall and thin foreign woman was waving at Mrs. Qiao, and Mrs. Qiao happily went to greet her: "Michelle!"

The two seemed to be very familiar with each other. In a blink of an eye, only Wen Tingli and the others were left in the flower hall.

Several people stared at each other. Chen Aisha and Liu Qizhen both saw that Mrs. Qiao was deliberately being cold to Wen Tingli, and they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Wen Tingli, however, looked around with great interest: "Bao Xin, where is the bathroom? I'm afraid my hair is a little messy."

Qiao Baoxin hurriedly led the others to the bathroom in her own room upstairs. She purposely lagged behind a few steps on the way and whispered to Wen Tingli, "Liyun is the daughter of our distant relative. She had been studying in America and just came back recently. She is a very nice person, but my brother has nothing to do with her, so don't worry."

Wen Tingli pretended not to care: "Why should I worry?
Qiao Baoxin smiled and said, "I can smell the sour smell."

Wen Tingli chuckled. Well, she really did mind it to death.

"Actually, I have selfish motives as well." Qiao Baoxin explained, "My mother has old-fashioned ideas in her head. I have long expected that one day in the future, when I want to freely fall in love, she and my father will definitely interfere. If my brother can make his own decision this time, they won't be able to say anything about my affairs in the future, so I must help you."

Wen Tingli was touched, but at the same time she was also surprised at how conservative the Qiao family was. When she came out of the bathroom later, she ran into a manager in the corridor: "Miss, something bad has happened. The foreign lead singer of the Garden Band, Lu, Lu what is it——"

"Louisa."

"Yes, that foreigner just fainted. Dean Deng said he had severe hypoglycemia and asked us to send him to the hospital immediately."

Qiao Baoxin ran away: "Not good!"

Wen Tingli chased after him: "Why are you so anxious? At worst, we can just change the show."

"You don't know, this show is prepared for my grandfather. The lead singer has fainted. How can I give him a surprise?"

As they were talking, they arrived at the garden. There were a lot of people gathered in front of the pavilion. Louisa was lying on a rattan chair next to the swing. Her face was very pale. An old lady with silver hair was bending over to examine her.

The old lady wore a chrysanthemum green crepe cheongsam, and her demeanor was outstanding. Wen Tingli heard someone say, "She is Director Deng of Cixin Hospital."

Dean Deng stood up and said, "It's nothing serious, but it's best to keep her in the emergency room for one night. Please bring a blanket to cover her, and keep her warm on the way."

Her words were obviously very prestigious, and the Qiao family immediately sent someone to fetch the quilt. After finally sending Louisa away, a female family member asked Qiao Baoxin: "We agreed that this foreigner would lead the show tonight. Now that's good, you should quickly think of what to change to."

Another elder seemed to be gloating: "Your mother always said that you are the smartest one in the clan. This time, we specially asked you to help celebrate the old man's birthday. In the end, such a mess happened before we even started. Your grandfather was just curious about what kind of surprise you prepared for him, but now his happiness is in vain."

Qiao Baoxin's face turned red and blue, and she turned to look at Wen Tingli beside her, and suddenly said, "I have made two preparations. Louisa is sick, but there is also a talented woman who can sing on the scene."

As he spoke, he pushed Wen Tingli to the front and said, "My classmate's singing voice is not inferior to Miss Louisa."

Wen Tingli was shocked. But she immediately saw the pleading in Qiao Baoxin's eyes, and thinking of the words that the Qiao family elders had just said to secretly belittle Qiao's mother and daughter, she immediately understood that the Qiao family was complicated and Qiao Baoxin probably had her own difficulties.

"Tingli...please..." Qiao Baoxin's face was full of apology and he held Wen Tingli's hand tightly.

Wen Tingli was worried that she would burst into tears the next second.

"Okay... I'll try."

Qiao Baoxin was obviously relieved and led Wen Tingli to the center of the garden. Huang Yuanshan came up to them and said worriedly, "Miss Wen, have you practiced this song before? It's "Green Sleeves", and the accompaniment only requires a piano. It's quite a test of your singing voice, and the lyrics are a long string of English words in a dramatic style. What if you forget the words halfway through..."

But it would be embarrassing in public.

At this time, Mrs. Qiao and her sister-in-law, Mrs. Li, came over after hearing the news and said, "Since Miss Wen dares to agree, it means she has confidence in herself. It just so happens that the old man and the master are both on the second floor. They can enjoy Miss Wen's performance by opening the window. Miss Wen, please come in."

Having said that, Wen Tingli had to go even if she didn't want to.

She didn't think that a song could change Mrs. Qiao's opinion of her, but since Mrs. Qiao was deliberately making things difficult for her, she couldn't escape.

She could see that Huang Yuanshan was really worried about her, so for the sake of kindness, she smiled at Huang Yuanshan and nodded calmly to the band. The pianist seemed to be very curious about whether Wen Tingli could do it, so he raised his hand and notes poured out like flowing water.

Wen Tingli walked to the piano, put her hands on the edge of the piano, and sang the first sentence casually.

"Alas my love, you do me wrong."

She had a slightly hoarse voice, and usually spoke as if she had a cold, but now she sang softly and gently, with a charming and sad tone of her own.

The garden suddenly fell silent. The song seemed to reach out from the void like a small hand, gently touching people's hearts. It was a wonderful experience that went straight to the ears, and those who were originally talking stopped talking unconsciously.

Although this song is about love, the elegant tone reminds me of my mother's whispers in my childhood.
The whole audience was speechless. For singing to move people's hearts, it requires not only superb skills but also abundant emotions. It is obvious that Wen Tingli's singing has such appeal. When she sings sad parts, her eyebrows and eyes are full of sadness. When she sings happy parts, she is as lively as a bird on a branch in summer.

The window on the second floor was pushed open, and the people upstairs were listening silently.

“Greensleeves now farewell adieu
God I pray to prosper thee
For I am still your lover true
Come once again and love me.”

After the song, someone started to applaud. It turned out that Qiao Xingchu had arrived without anyone noticing, and was standing there from a distance, smiling at Wen Tingli. As a result, the others also started to applaud.

Qiao Baoxin was also proud of it. She quickly brought a few people over and said to Wen Tingli happily, "This is Director Deng from Cixin Hospital. She just kept praising your singing."

Dean Deng was more easygoing than Wen Tingli had imagined. He took the initiative to shake hands with Wen Tingli and said, "I often listened to this song in the dormitory when I was studying abroad. Your singing brought back many memories for me. Thank you for giving me such a pleasant experience."

Wen Tingli was about to speak when a female relative came over and said, "Dean, it's windy here. Please go over there and have some hot tea before you continue."

The remaining girls still gathered around Wen Tingli. Qiao Baoxin pulled over a girl in a white dress and said, "This is Sister Liyun. She wants to meet you."

Wen Tingli looked at her carefully and smiled sweetly: "My name is Wen Tingli, nice to meet you."

Bai Liyun was very polite: "Baoxin said you are the same age as her, so you can also call me Sister Liyun."

Huang Yuanshan took the opportunity to come over and said, "Ms. Wen, I'll say it again. Do you want to seriously consider my suggestion? I'm worried that there are not many stars in the company who can speak English."

"Sister Huang, why are you here again?" Qiao Baoxin shouted.

Everybody started laughing, except Mrs. Joe, who had no smile on her face.

Wen Tingli saw this and couldn't help feeling frustrated. Not only did her performance fail to impress Mrs. Qiao, it seemed that Mrs. Qiao hated her even more. But what was wrong with her?
An old steward hurried over to Mrs. Qiao and Mrs. Li and said a few words. Mrs. Qiao hurriedly asked, "Have you told the old master and the master?"

The old steward nodded. Mrs. Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Mrs. Li beside her.

Wen Tingli was secretly puzzled. Qiao Xingchu also came over. Huang Yuanshan was still there saying, "Miss Wen, how about this? Why don't you try it out at our Golden Theater first? Just like you usually perform at the school."

Qiao Xingchu smiled and said, "Why haven't you given up yet? Tingli doesn't want to be an actress."

There was undisguised intimacy in the words. Bai Liyun looked at Qiao Xingchu in surprise, then at Wen Tingli.

Mrs. Qiao's face became uglier and uglier. She raised her voice and said to Mrs. Li beside her, "Third sister, do you think Miss Wen looks familiar?"

Mrs. Li nodded hurriedly: "Now that you mention it, I remember that she looks a bit like an old friend I met before. That person's name seems to be... Ah Rou."

Wen Tingli's heart suddenly shrank. The two words "Arou" were like the wind in the cold winter, blowing towards her coldly.

How do they know "Arou"? !

She had only heard this name once in her life. It was late one night a few years ago when her father and mother were arguing about something. Her father angrily asked, "Why don't you allow me to call you A'rou? Don't forget, when I met you at Hongfenxianglou in Nanjing, your nickname was A'rou. But I insist on calling you A'rou, A'rou, A'rou, A'rou."

With a "slap", the mother slapped the father, and the father fell off the bed with a bang.

"Are you sober?!" the mother shouted.

My father's voice suddenly became soft: "I... I'm awake, wife, please don't be angry, it's not worth it to get yourself hurt. I drank too much yellow soup and my brain is broken. Otherwise, you can hit me a few more times."

Wen Tingli, who was hiding outside the door, had already lost all desire to sleep when she heard this.

Pink Flower House? What is that place?
Why does my mother have a so-called "flower name"? !

She just felt terrified.

In her mind, her mother is no different from other mothers, except that her mother has scars on her face due to an illness in her early years, and she doesn't like to visit relatives and friends like other wives. But her mother is optimistic and easy-going by nature, and never creates trouble for herself. Her father respects and loves her, and everything in the family is decided by her mother.

She couldn't imagine that such a cheerful and humorous mother would have any past that she didn't want to talk about.

The next day, Wen Tingli secretly observed her mother's expression, but her mother was still counting accounts in the warehouse as usual, and her father was still greeting guests at the front desk as usual. Both of them looked normal, as if the quarrel last night was just a dream.

After that, the family business became more and more prosperous. Wen Tingli never heard the name "Arou" from her father or mother again.

But her father's words would come to her mind from time to time, like a thorn stuck in her flesh that she couldn't pull out. She had thought about asking her mother in person, but every time she saw the scar on her mother's cheek, she didn't have the heart to ask.

Gradually, she let the matter go.

Now, when she suddenly heard the name "Arou" from the Qiao family, she couldn't help but feel scared.

Could it be a coincidence? No, the expressions of Mrs. Qiao and Mrs. Li showed that they brought it up on purpose...

She felt a chill all over her body, and suddenly someone gently pushed her. When she raised her eyes, she met Qiao Xingchu's anxious gaze: "Why do you look so bad? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Tingli fixed her big eyes, unable to force out a single smile.

Suddenly I remembered that I had seen Qiu Dapeng in the garden before.

By the way, the Qiu family fled to Shanghai with my mother and father. Qiu Dapeng definitely knows a lot about the family’s secrets. He might also know that my mother once called me “A Rou”. This old man is narrow-minded and always gossipy. He must have told others about this.

Could it be that the Pink Flower House is really...

Her mind was in a mess. On the one hand, she felt sorry for her mother, and on the other hand, she was eager to get to the bottom of the truth. She stared at Qiao Xingchu in a daze, and Qiao Xingchu's eyes were full of questions.

She looked at Qiao Baoxin, Chen Aisha, Liu Qizhen, Bai Liyun, Huang Yuanshan... and Dean Deng who was not far away...

Everyone was looking at her worriedly.

But then I heard Mrs. Qiao say, "I don't think it's likely. Didn't Ah Rou die in Japan a long time ago? I haven't heard that she has any relatives."

She said it with a smile, but there was a hint of intimidation in her eyes as she looked at Wen Tingli.

Wen Tingli gritted her teeth secretly. She understood that if she didn't leave, Mrs. Qiao would have no scruples about exposing the matter in front of everyone.

People's words are scary, she still wants to study hard in Xiu De Middle School.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a little and forced a smile, but the smile was short-lived: "I'm sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable. I'm afraid I have to leave first."

After saying this, she lowered her head, pushed Qiao Xingchu away and walked out.

Qiao Xingchu couldn't help but follow him, but heard someone say, "Stop!"

It was a middle-aged man pushing an old man in a wheelchair into the garden, and the Qiao family rushed over to greet him: "Old Master."

The old man looked at Qiao Xingchu coldly: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

"grandfather!"

It seemed that this was Qiao Peiying, the head of the Qiao family. Wen Tingli maintained her composure and reluctantly bowed, then quickly walked out of the garden.

As I walked, I turned into running.

As she ran, her hair blocked her vision. She raised her hand and wiped it randomly. She was shocked to find that her face was full of tears. She lowered her head and ran to the hall. She heard the steward say, "Go and tell the master and the mistress that Mr. Lu is here."

Wen Tingli still kept her head down, because she had to walk with her head down so that no one would see the tears on her face. Suddenly, she felt a gust of night wind blowing in her face, as if the servants had opened the entrance door to both sides and someone was walking in. Wen Tingli happened to run to the door and bumped into it head-on.

The hair ornament on her head was already shaky, and it fell to the ground after the collision.

Normal people would make some noise if they were bumped into like this, but this person was extremely quiet. Wen Tingli was extremely upset and lowered her head to apologize: "I'm sorry."

She squatted down to pick up her hair accessories, but the man was very polite and helped her pick them up first. The man had long and white fingers, and he was a man.

He handed the item to Wen Tingli without saying a word. Someone ran towards the man and said, "Mr. Lu! I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

Wen Tingli hurriedly said to him: "Thank you."

She walked past the man and headed into the dark night.

(End of this chapter)