Yesterday, she made a phone call to Ninth Uncle, who inquired about Old Sir Lu’s situation over the phone, asking if he was still angry. For a mont, she had to find a ti to dodge the question, and Ninth Uncle didn’t suspect anything.
Unable to help but sigh, she thought, "I wonder how long Grandpa will keep fighting with . He used to be puzzled about , showing affection, but now he doesn’t even want to say more words to . The contrast is too big."
She stared longingly at the fish-fragrant eggplant rice in her hand, which she usually loved to eat. Now, it didn’t seem as appetizing. Her eyes gazed vacant as she looked at others around her, suddenly feeling a strong urge to go out and take a breath of fresh air.
At the set, Rong Lan had just finished a day’s shooting, feeling so exhausted that he didn’t want to move at all. He looked beyond the staff, trying to find a glimpse of a silhouette he hoped might appear.
After searching for a long ti without seeing the person he was expecting, he beca sowhat crestfallen. His spirits sagged, still holding the script dialogues in his hand, until soone gave his shoulder a heavy pat.
"Are you, looking for soone?"
Lin Xiaoxiao spoke, her eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry. She had arrived at the set early this morning, surprised to find soone even earlier than herself. Seeing Rong Lan gave her an indescribable sense of lancholy; just now, she discovered he was keenly observing the set, making his eyes seem like a scanning device.
"It’s nothing."
Rong Lan glanced coldly at Lin Xiaoxiao and sat down on the deck chair.
Originally curious about Rong Lan, Lin Xiaoxiao didn’t expect him to suddenly turn cold, as if speaking had beco exhausting for him. Her first reaction upon seeing his deanor was that it involved Qin Miaomiao.
"Clearly, when Miao Miao ca yesterday, he was quite enthusiastic. Suddenly, he’s beco so indifferent."
Lin Xiaoxiao observed Rong Lan in his black coat, growing increasingly aware that it was because of Qin Miaomiao that he spoke a few more words. It seed she truly was extraordinary to him.
"I really didn’t expect Miao Miao to secretly be liked by soone, and I wonder how she feels about it."
Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Rong Lan, who had an air of an ascetic male god. Although his features were rather icy, watching him from a distance made her heart feel exceptionally calm.
Quietly closing her eyes, Song Li’s presence unexpectedly erged in her mind, startling her: "I actually thought of Song Li, unbelievable."
Thinking about Song Li made her irresistibly awkward, her heart increasingly discomforted. Finally, she connected a series of events, suddenly eager to know what Song Li was doing at this mont.
"Strange, who is chanting behind my back?"
Driving while simultaneously sneezing three tis, Song Li parked his car steadily in front of the most prosperous luxury boutique in City Center, displaying a troubled expression.
"It’s awkward for a big man like to pick out a woman’s birthday gift."
After hesitating significantly, Song Li still went in, wandering at the counter on the second floor for a long ti without deciding, then decided to try his luck on the third floor, hoping to find sothing more suitable.
Giving jewelry could indeed catch the eye, yet he felt it was tacky. Although he knew jewelry was sothing every woman would like, thinking of her made him shiver involuntarily.
"Hello sir, can I help you with anything?"
"I want to give soone a birthday gift."
"Is it for a male or female?"
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