The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485: 191 on behalf of Alian goes to Jiangjing University, broadcast (second update)_1

On the other end of the phone, the butler looked up at the curtain hanging in front of the door.

He slowly let out a breath.

When he received the manager’s call, he thought Ji Shaojun must have had some important event to attend to and had no choice but to ask the manager for leave. He was now calling to ask if Ji needed any help.

After hearing Ji Shaojun’s explanation, did he realize it was not a big deal but rather a task of fetching something for his niece?

The butler was somewhat puzzled. From what he knew of Ji Shaojun, Ji was smart and could prioritize tasks. It seemed unlikely that Ji would do this.

“You mean, you’re taking leave,” the butler interrupted Ji Shaojun, discussing with him, “just to fetch something for your niece? It’s not easy for the manager to find time to teach you, is this thing… so important that you have to fetch it?”

“Alian rarely asks for my help.” Ji Shaojun explained.

Unable to persuade him, the butler said, “Alright, then come back early.”

After hanging up the phone, the butler looked towards the direction of the curtain, from behind which an aged voice asked, “Ji Shaojun?”

“Yes, him,” the butler put his phone back in his pocket, leaned on his cane with one hand and placed the other on his chest, bowing slightly in a very humble manner: “He took leave to fetch a package for his niece. Actually, Mr. Ji is quite intelligent.”

“Hmm.” The aged voice answered indifferently, then fell silent.

He didn’t ask what Ji Shaojun went to do, nor did he inquire who the niece was.

After what the Mu Family had been through with Mu Qiong, who else would dare claim to be smart? Others couldn’t hold a candle to the late young master Mu Qiong in the eyes of the old master.

The butler, with his head down, didn’t wait for further instructions. He bowed slightly and left quietly.

**

The Chang’an Line.

Shen Qing and Ji Shaojun got off the bus. Shen Qing looked across at Jiangjing University’s quaint gatehouse with many people taking photos, “Are you sure it’s here? Could Alian have made a mistake?”

“Don’t know.” Ji Shaojun looked down at his phone, which displayed his conversation with Bai Lian, and he read it again— _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

[Chang’an District, 556 Zior Avenue, First Campus Administrative Building, Room 303 on the third floor]

Below it was a phone number.