Chen Zhiyuan's ninety-degree bow was still frozen on the field ridge.
Lin Wan Yi had already turned around, taking Gu Lan away.
It was as if the person behind her, crying bitterly, completely broken, provincial second, was no more than an insignificant speck of dust.
Returning to the small courtyard at Beijing University.
Upon entering, they heard Wang Guihua's gentle humming from the nursery.
Gu Lan placed the kraft paper envelope with five thousand yuan on the table, making a muffled "pop" sound.
"Sister-in-law, you're really...too cool!"
Lin Wan Yi smiled, placing the mesh bag she was holding on the table as well.
"Coolness can't be eaten, but this can."
The mesh bag contained wrapping paper from the department store.
Gu Lan curiously leaned over, "Sister-in-law, what did you buy?"
Lin Wan Yi first took out a pack of malted milk, handing it to Wang Guihua, who had come out of the room upon hearing her.
