She looked at Xia Yunmu, who was bending over and struggling to move things, and was about to leave with her long legs, but when she saw Xia Yunmu's short-sleeved shirt that was already soaked, she stopped.

"Which dormitory? I'll help you."

"ah?"

Xia Yunmu always thought that Yun Wanning didn't want to pay attention to him. After all, she ignored his previous attempts to please him. He never expected that she would help him now. He was a little flattered for a moment.

"No need, Mr. Yun. The temperature is quite high now. You should go back first."

But Yun Wanning didn't say anything. She watched her lift the bag with great difficulty, then walked up and picked it up.

"Which dormitory?"

The cool voice makes people feel very comfortable in this hot weather.

“6…605.”

The girl said "hmm", then she started walking towards the dormitory with the package in her hand in a relaxed manner.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yunmu was stunned on the spot. Seeing the figure not far away about to disappear, he hurriedly picked up the bag next to him and tried hard to catch up.

In the stairwell, Xia Yunmu looked at Yun Wanning who was carrying a big bag very easily, and blinked with some curiosity.

Then he turned his attention to the small package in his hand.

"Mr. Yun, you're quite strong...

It was difficult for her to move such a large package, let alone carry it upstairs. In fact, it was difficult for her to even lift the small bag in her hand...

Yun Wanning didn't even turn her head. "It's natural."

"oh."

Along the way, Xia Yunmu chirped around the girl like a little sparrow.

Yun Wanning answered a few words from time to time.

As they were about to reach the dormitory, Xia Yunmu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and was just about to ask the people around him if they were tired or hot.

As a result, when I looked back, I saw Yun Wanning, who was not even breathing, looking down at her phone.

Xia Yunmu: "..."

We're all human, so why are we so different? It's true that comparison is the real culprit.

"Mr. Yun, are you okay? Thank you for helping me. Can I buy you some milk tea?"

"No, I have to go out for something."

Having said that, he glanced at Xia Yunmu, turned around and left without looking back.

After leaving the school, I watched her get into a car, leaving behind a trail of exhaust fumes.

In the Jiang family's old house, Grandma Jiang looked at the painting in front of her and was extremely happy. The smile on her face never faded. She really couldn't get enough of the things in the painting.

"Master Mo's paintings are truly extraordinary..."

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at her precious grandson. "Xiaobai, I remember Ningning also participated in this Chinese painting competition?"

In fact, she had wanted to ask about this before. Perhaps because she likes Chinese painting, she pays close attention to it.

The little girl seems to be very polite, talented and knowledgeable. I didn’t expect that she would make a big splash in the field of Chinese painting.

Jiang Yubai was wearing home clothes, leaning lazily against the door frame next to him, and nodded.

"Yes, Ms. Yun also participated, and she has already won the preliminary round."

Grandma Jiang smiled. "I've already been fed up with the paintings displayed online. Ningning doesn't look like this is her first time painting. Her technique is very skillful, even..."

"Even... the paintings on my hands are comparable to or even better than Master Mo's."

Grandma Jiang may have felt that the latter part was a little inappropriate and did not say it out loud. Jiang Yubai knew his grandmother very well and spoke directly for her.

"Really? You think so too?"

Realizing she shared the same sentiments as her grandson, Grandma Jiang smiled. "I don't know if it's intentional, but Ningning's painting looks a little childish."

Jiang Yubai lowered his eyes and looked at the work on his phone, with a hint of shrewdness in his dark eyes.

"That... I don't know. I still don't fully understand Mr. Yun."

"Why do you always call me Mr. Yun? Aren't you familiar with Ning Ning?"

Hearing this question, the man was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Familiar? But their entanglement seemed to be just because of those things. Unfamiliar? But they had met many times, even in the difficult international scene, and had encountered each other's secrets.

"Grandma, this is called respecting Ms. Yun. She is different from other girls."

"Grandma knows this even if you don't tell her. Ningning is already twenty years old. Now, in terms of status and talent, she is no worse than you."

This sentence came out of nowhere, but how could Jiang Yubai not understand what his grandmother meant?

"Grandma, Mr. Yun and I have only known each other for a short time. I don't know him well enough."

Grandma Jiang's eyes lit up. "So, after you get to know Ningning, there will be a next step?"

Jiang Yubai: "..."

No, he shouldn't have said that, right?

As night falls, a slender and tall figure appears in the center of the city, her black nightgown outlining her exquisite figure.

With a nimble figure, he shuttled through the darkness.

Soon, they appeared in front of a tall building.

She lowered her eyes to look at the modified watch on her hand, tapped something on it with her finger, and the next moment she was using her own advantages to jump back and forth in various corners.

Perhaps because it was getting late, the lobby on this floor was deserted. Apart from the security guard at the door and the receptionist, there seemed to be no one else to be seen.

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