Chapter 883: 348 Dinsional Reduction Strike Chapter 883: 348 Dinsional Reduction Strike You Xinzheng was silent.
Behind him, Dean Huang was also at a loss for words for a mont.
Were these people sent by the usual dispatchers?
The two stood at the doorway, observing the seven burly n sitting around the round table, the decently wrapped dumplings in the middle—it was evident they had been wrapping dumplings for quite a long ti.
This scene—
was quite impactful.
“Dean You?” The person on the other side of the phone called out to him, “Where did you say the address was?”
“It’s okay,” You Xinzheng, having experienced grand scenes before, regained his composure, his voice still steady, “Thank you for your efforts.”
He hung up the phone.
Covered in flour, Shen Qing ca out of the kitchen. “Dean Huang, Alian said you would co. I had people make more dumplings. Co in, sit down and have so tea.”
Dean Huang had visited several tis and glanced at You Xinzheng before taking him to see Ji Heng in the courtyard, “Senior brother, that’s little junior sister’s grandfather.”
In the sumr, Ji Heng was fond of making various clothes for Bai Lian as well as Pu Xiaohan.
But today, he was not working on clothes for Bai Lian.
Instead, he was making a red-carpet gown for Yan Lu a few months later.
When You Xinzheng approached, Ji Heng was sitting on the embroidery stool, his hand resting on the armrest beside him, slowly making a stitch so fine that You Xinzheng almost couldn’t see it.
Soone ca over, Ji Heng put down his needle and thread, stood up very politely, “Dean Huang.”
Since Ji Heng was Bai Lian’s grandfather, You Xinzheng did not put on airs, and both were very polite.
Both bent down to look at Ji Heng’s embroidery, where he was stitching a cluster of butterflies. The wings of the butterflies utilized over a dozen colors, ticulously inlaid with silk floss, giving off a realistic feel as if reflecting sunlight.
The two professors, lacking an artistic cell, stood beside and watched for a long while, not daring to speak up and disturb him.
**
Outside.
Bai Lian and Mao Kun both ca in.
You Xinzheng and Dean Huang looked at Ji Heng’s embroidery for a while, and when they went to the hall, Mao Kun was asking Shen Qing where these n in black ca from.
Shen Qing was tidying up the dumplings on the table and spoke to Mao Kun, “When they first ca, I thought they were here to cause trouble, but then I saw they were friends of Little Zhang, and there were two more upstairs.”
The people in this building could really eat; the demand for dumplings was high.
Shen Qing needed to adjust the filling and roll out dough, which was ti-consuming, so the arrival of these people to help wrap dumplings was tily.
Bai Lian wondered which friend of Zhang Shize it was.
After speaking with Shen Qing, she went upstairs.
You Xinzheng and Dean Huang went with her, as it was crowded downstairs, and You Xinzheng also wanted to discuss Harald Dawson’s issue with Bai Lian.
Bai Lian and Mao Kun took the stairs, while You Xinzheng and the dean waited for the elevator.
When the elevator doors opened, You Xinzheng stood at the door, glancing once more at 103’s door.
“Senior brother?” Dean Huang entered the elevator first, calling him, “Is there sothing else?”
“It’s nothing,” You Xinzheng, his face contemplative, took a few steps into the elevator, “Little junior sister’s grandfather seems sowhat familiar.”
Familiar?
Dean Huang remained noncommittal, as he always felt an intangible pressure around Ji Heng.
They reached the third floor.
The door to apartnt 303 was open.
Both imdiately noticed a man in similar black clothes as downstairs, holding a cloth.
A blue tiger tattoo was visible on his partially exposed arm.
He was cleaning the table and cleaning the apartnt.
Next to him, a rather sunny-looking young man, with one hand in his pocket, was directing them, “Clean over here too, and take this carpet out for washing. Brother Bird likes to sit on it…”
You Xinzheng: “…”
“Dean Huang,” Mao Kun, standing next to Zhang Shize, since he didn’t wait for the elevator, arrived before the two professors, pointed to the study, “Sister Bai is in the study.”
You Xinzheng and the dean were montarily lost again, then silently headed for the study.
A second before pushing open the study door, he glanced back at the two cleaning.
This tattoo must be quite embarrassing for them, right?
**
In the study.
Bai Lian was on the phone with Sun Dan.
Sun Dan was the director of the Xiangcheng Culture and Tourism Bureau, and because Bai Lian took leave, she couldn’t get ho in ti to explain the top scorer strategies to the tourists.
“I’ll head back with Zhang Shize in a couple of days,” Bai Lian stood by the window, pushing half-open window further open, her fingertips lightly tapping on the windowsill, her posture elegant, “Don’t worry.”
After the new year, she and Ji Heng hadn’t returned to Xiangcheng much.
One thing led to another after the sumr break.
She also wanted to take Ji Heng back for a visit, as Zhang’s mother had already gone ahead, Zhang Shize got accepted to Jiangjing University of Political Science and Law, and had received his admission letter. Zhang’s mother also needed to go back to host a reception for relatives and friends and to pay respects to Yan Lu’s parents.
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