The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 657

Chapter 657: The 260 forum is about to blow up again, come and catch on to Sister Lan_3

“Actually, it’s kind of expected,” a person in Ding Wenyang’s group whispered, “I’ve heard that in Gao Yuan’s group, Gao Yuan’s doctoral brother helps them with the topology problems assigned by Academician Ma, scoring high surely gets them noticed.”

“Doctoral brother?” Tang Ming heard this for the first time.

“The ones who sit at the back every Tuesday, among that group of doctoral students,” Ding Wenyang explained to Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, “Gao Jiachen, you must have heard of him, right?”

“Him?” Kong Wei knew of this person, “The one said to be on par with Senior He Wen?”

“Right,” Ding Wenyang said, feeling envious, “being in Gao Yuan’s group, their final topology grades will definitely not be low. Academician Ma might actually remember them.”

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The lights at Jiang University were not bright at night.

Jiang Fulai stood at the crossroads, carrying a paper bag in his left hand, his features deep-set and outlined by the hazy light into a cold curve, with lazy strands of hair draping over his eyebrows.

Behind him followed a petite and delicately beautiful child.

The child was dressed in a British school uniform, carrying a cabbage-patterned pouch that didn’t quite match his outfit, bulging with unknown contents.

He held a bottle of Wangzai milk, drinking with his head bowed, his eyes rolling around as he looked ahead.

Passersby dared not stare at Jiang Fulai, but they found the child behind him too exquisitely cute, cautiously watching the kid with sidelong glances.

They wanted to take out their phones and snap a picture but were wary of the man standing beside him.

As soon as Bai Lian arrived, Jiang Fulai dropped his lazy demeanor, raised his eyebrows, and upon lifting his head saw the milk tea in her hand.

It wasn’t cherry-flavored, nor was it lemonade.

Presumably, it wasn’t something she bought for herself. He gave it another glance.

“This is from Ding Wenyang,” Bai Lian saw him eyeing her milk tea, pierced it with a straw, and offered it to him, “You drink it.”