At his desk, the boy lowered his head and wrote the answers to the May 3rd exam paper with vigorous strokes.
This was his second time doing it, just to try a different approach to solving the problem.
The cover, which was covered up, bore the signature "Wu Yue".
The phone, which was placed to the side, kept beeping with WeChat notifications.
It takes a hundred years to cultivate a person: Damn it!!!
A hundred years to cultivate a person: Yan, do you know who I saw?
A Hundred Years to Cultivate People: Reply to me quickly!! You'll be very surprised when I tell you! It's the person you've been longing for!
The boy raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw the third sentence.
3D2Y: Who? I have no idea I have someone I'm thinking about.
Except for one bad girl.
A Hundred Years to Cultivate People: Ah, it's that girlfriend you haven't even won over yet, Wu Yue.
3D2Y: !
After a moment of shock, the boy quickly calmed down and slowly typed out his doubts.
3D2Y: I called her a few hours ago, but she didn't answer.
A Hundred Years to Cultivate People: I'm not mistaken, it's really little Wu Yue! Wait a minute, I'll take a picture and send it to you.
About seven seconds later, Yan Chiyu received the photo sent by Xiang Dongshu.
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The boy opened the document, his handsome brows furrowed, and his eyes darkened.
3D2Y: This is Wu Xingluo, not Songsong. Her face is probably fake; she likely used some kind of witchcraft…
The boy immediately deleted the word "witchcraft" as soon as he typed it out and used "magic" instead.
He sent the message but didn't receive a reply for a while.
Just as Yan Chiyu was about to make the call, a line of small text suddenly appeared at the top of the screen: The other party is typing...
The finger paused.
A long string of voice messages from Xiang Dongshu popped up, one after another, without stopping.
"I'm so angry! Just now, Xinian thought that was Miss Wuyue, so he ran over to say hello and hugged her leg, wanting to pour out his sadness. But that guy forcefully shook him off, looking at him with disgust. Even though Xinian was crying his eyes out, she's still just a child! Why was he so fierce?! No manners at all!"
"Wu Xingluo, right? I knew it couldn't be Miss Wu Yue, her temperament is completely different. What's going on with you? How could you let someone else pretend to be your girlfriend's face? How can you be someone's prospective boyfriend? You're not doing your job!"
3D2Y: The timid girl wants to manage things herself and won't let me do anything.
Then, Xiang Dongshu called.
"Hello?"
"Um."
“Yan, the sentence you just sent me on WeChat highlights your future status…” Xiang Dongshu sighed, then angrily shouted, “Wait, Yan, what did you just say her name was… Wu Xingluo? But I just heard her introduce herself to someone as Su Xingning. Oh—Su, a member of the Su family in the capital? I remember she was a branch of the Wu family, right?”
"good."
Yan Chiyu said calmly, "Keep an eye on things for now, and let me know if you get any information."
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? How did you suddenly make me your undercover agent?"
The boy interrupted him expressionlessly, "I can teach Xiang Xinian something."
Xiang Dongshu was just joking. If Yan Chiyu offered him a house or money, he might not have accepted it. But becoming Xi Nian's teacher was something he couldn't ask for!
"Okay, I'll do my best to dissect and analyze her, digging three feet into the ground to find out her information for you."
Yan Chiyu hung up the phone, exited WeChat, and dialed Bao Xinbao's number.
"Boss?"
It had been so long since Bao Xinbao had received a call from Yan Chiyu. He felt his phone suddenly getting hot to the touch while he was in the Beauty Cave.
"Go and investigate Wu Xingluo of the Wu family. If he is dead, find out where his body is. Once you find it, send it to the Wu family's old residence in Mangdang Mountain."
Overwhelmed by the amount of information, Bao Xinbao paused for two seconds before letting out an "Ah!" and then said, "Okay, boss! Is there anything else, boss?"
Yan Chiyu vaguely heard several soft female voices coming from the other end of the phone, and he hung up the phone with a cold face.
They didn't even give Bao Xinbao a chance to say goodbye. Oh, how heartless.
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