No More Bootlicking: They Regret It, But I Won't Look Back

Three months ago, the Feng family's universally adored young master mysteriously disappeared, sparking an emotional storm.

Lin Xiao, a third-year university student whose parents had both...

Chapter 122 They were just Party A and Party B.

He doesn't mind having too much money.

After finishing our meal, we bought some fruit and the four of us strolled back home.

Neptune suddenly asked, "Xiao, have you been in touch with Bai Xuemei lately? Our Ganfan group has been quiet for a long time."

Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No."

"Alright then. I never thought it would end like this. I thought you two would end up together," Aquaman said with a hint of regret.

Lin Xiao smiled, too lazy to continue the discussion on this topic.

Back in his dorm, Lin Xiao began to draw.

As he was drawing, Lin Xiao suddenly remembered that on Feng Bairan's birthday, Old Chen took away the painting he had given to Feng Bairan. He didn't know why Old Chen had taken it back to look at it.

Are his paintings really that good? Could they possibly catch the eye of the master painter Chen?

Lin Xiao shook his head, banishing that thought from his mind, and continued to concentrate on the painting.

In the past week, he has often stayed at his clients' homes and hasn't had time to paint, so he has fallen behind a bit.

However, it will be over soon, so there's no rush.

The next morning, Lin Xiao went for his usual morning run to start a new day.

While waiting for Song Qingliu's last appointment, Lin Xiao worked on his graduation project in the morning, ate lunch in the cafeteria, took a half-hour nap, and painted in the afternoon.

He methodically repeated his own rhythm of life.

leisurely.

Unexpectedly, he received a call from Grandma Feng, inviting him to come to the Feng family home for dinner.

Lin Xiao thought for a moment, "Grandma, I have an appointment today, let's do it another day."

On the other end of the phone, Grandma Feng said with some regret, "I had someone cook a big feast today, it's a pity you're not coming back to eat."

Lin Xiao did not respond.

There was no affection between him and Old Lady Feng.

He didn't need to humble himself by flattering and ingratiating himself with her.

Unless Feng Bairan gives him money.

That's a different matter altogether.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiao noticed that Song Qingliu had made an appointment.

Still from 5 to 7 o'clock.

If it's multiplied fivefold, that's exactly one million.

However, the outcome is still pending; she has only paid 200,000.

Lin Xiao went to Villa No. 11 in Ziwei Garden as agreed.