The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 037 Longsword Incident (Update tomorrow noon)_2

Translator: 549690339

Ming Dongheng, with one hand casually tucked into his pocket, stood coolly two steps away, holding a cartoon backpack emblazoned with a daikon radish.

Without even looking up, he responded, “Nothing outrageous, Sister Beixuan helped an old granny cross the street before.”

“She really did that?” Director Chen was surprised, “She’s so cold, and she’d help an old granny cross the street? I always thought you guys were just joking with her.”

Director Chen would not dare joke with any one of them.

Jiang Xijue’s smile concealed a knife.

Xu Nanjing’s gentleness was like a drawing knife.

Chen Beixuan was formidable, every cut drew blood.

Ming Dongheng, on the other hand, was easier to get along with, simple.

Ming Dongheng glanced at him, “Go look it up on the military academy forum, you can still find her post there.”

Director Chen didn’t dare to ask Chen Beixuan.

Upon hearing there was a post, he was intrigued.

As they were talking, Bai Lian got out of the car, and Director Chen hurriedly pinched out his cigarette.

Ming Dongheng promptly straightened up; he had business with Director Chen and wanted to leave Jiang He with Bai Lian: “Sorry to trouble you.”

He respectfully handed over Jiang He’s schoolbag to Bai Lian.

Both of them were exceedingly respectful towards Bai Lian.

Ming Dongheng stood at the entrance of the library.

Watching Bai Lian and Jiang He enter the main gate, they then got into their car.

Bai Lian obviously had the ability to rein in Jiang He; with her by Jiang He’s side and people lurking in the shadows to protect him, Jiang Fulai felt reassured enough to transfer Ming Dongheng away.

“Fortunately, we have Miss Bai.” Director Chen looked at the library in the rearview mirror and sighed.

Library.

Leisurely, Bai Lian pulled out a ticket in front of Jiang He, teasing, “Going the day after tomorrow?”

Jiang He didn’t speak, just reached out to grab it.

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow, lifting the ticket higher and nonchalantly flicked it, “Your silence means you don’t want to go.”

Jiang He’s hand could not reach Bai Lian’s wrist: “…”

Seeing the other person actually put away the ticket and calmly started pulling out a biology notebook, Jiang He: “…”

“I’ll go.”

He spoke sullenly.

Bai Lian, with her legs crossed, flipped through the notebook with her long fingers, rested her arm on the table, casually holding the ticket, and lazily tilted her head at his words, “Go where?”

“…To see the school anniversary.”

Bai Lian elegantly folded the ticket and stuffed it into Jiang He’s vest pocket, “Hold onto this.”