Cheng Juan lowered his eyes.
He paused.
Recently, all the people he contacted were these hidden numbers.
Outside the car, Qin Ran realized that she had dropped her phone. She turned back, leaned forward slightly, bent her finger, and knocked on the car window casually.
Cheng Juan raised his eyebrows, and he reached out and lowered the car window.
She lowered her eyes, frowned, and said coldly: "I left my phone behind."
Cheng Juan lowered his eyelashes, picked up the phone, and handed it to Qin Ran. His fingers were slender and beautiful, and his voice was a little muffled: "Your phone is ringing."
Qin Ran took the phone, her expression unchanged, and she hung up the call casually, "It's a sales pitch."
Since the emergence of the software called hidden numbers, there are indeed many hidden numbers.
Qin Ran walked into the hotel with her phone and lowered her head to read Ning Qing's message.
...
...
The hidden number called again.
She walked to the end of the corridor calmly, took out the headphones from her pocket, turned on the volume changer, and answered the call.
"This order has been changed. The price is fifty times higher." The voice on the other end was obviously processed and had a slight electric current. "Do you want to take it?"
Qin Ran: “…”
She leaned against the wall, and the person on the other end of the phone didn't dare to speak, it was quite quiet.
After a while.
Qin Ran licked her lips and said, "Who is that idiot?"
"Huh?" The person on the other end of the phone obviously didn't respond.
“I want to know which idiot placed the order. Give me the information.” Qin Ran’s fingertips were wrapped around the earphone cord, and she lowered her eyebrows. Every word she spoke was cold and dry.
Hearing that Qin Ran's attitude had relaxed, the person on the other end of the phone hung up happily.
Not long after, the specific information was sent to Qin Ran's email.
Qin Ran did not leave. She changed her posture, leaned against the wall, and slowly clicked on the information.
She looked at the information and the veins on her brow twitched again.
Finally, I replied to the other party with four words——
[I’ll take this order.] 】
Clean and neat.
**
Hearing that Lin Jinxuan was about to arrive, Ning Qing was already waiting downstairs in the hotel.
The Lin family driver picked her up in the evening and had no time to go to see Qin Yu. Lin Jinxuan happened to pass by No. 1 Middle School and helped pick up Qin Yu and Qin Ran.
Ning Qing was somewhat flattered.
Over the years, Lin Jinxuan had always been indifferent to me, but once it came to Qin Yu, he was quite easy to talk to.
Since her stepson brought her daughter over, she naturally wouldn't stay upstairs without knowing what was good for her.
"Jinxuan, thank you so much for your help." Ning Qing smiled slightly. She had a bag on her hand, and her pretty face showed a hint of elegance.
Lin Jinxuan walked down from the driver's seat, his eyebrows and eyes were quite calm, revealing a gentle and elegant manner, very handsome: "It's okay, I should do it."
Lin Jinxuan has been very busy recently and has been receiving phone calls constantly when he is at home.
There was worry on his face, as if something had happened. Ning Qing and Lin Qi didn't bother him much.
Now that the person had arrived, Lin Jinxuan didn't say much. He was very polite. He got out of the car, said hello to Ning Qing, and then got back in.
Ning Qing watched Qin Yu get off the passenger seat.
The backseat door remained unlocked.
Lin Jinxuan’s car is about to leave.
She glanced at the back seat a few times, "Jinxuan, where's Qin Ran? Didn't she come?"
Lin Jinxuan's hand was already on the key. Hearing this, he was silent for several seconds before he raised his head and pressed his temple in a daze: "Sorry, I was too busy and forgot about her. Do you know her phone number? I'll go pick her up."
It turns out I forgot.
Ning Qing nodded, her fingers moved, but her tone was gentle: "It's okay, I'll let her take a taxi here by herself. You're busy recently, so don't pick her up."
Lin Jinxuan had never done anything so ungentlemanly, but he was indeed busy. "Send me her phone number later and I'll apologize."
Wait until Lin Jinxuan leaves.
Ning Qing pressed her brows and took out her phone to call Qin Ran.
Qin Ran didn't answer.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't remember..." Qin Yu walked into the store and handed the violin in her hand to Mrs. Zhang, feeling very sorry.
Ning Qing hung up the phone. Because Qin Ran didn't answer, she was a little impatient: "It's okay. It has nothing to do with you."
She called twice in a row, but Qin Ran didn’t answer. She was angry at first, but when she thought back to the whole process, she felt a little uncomfortable.
If this matter had happened to Qin Yu, Lin Jinxuan would have gone back to answer it without saying a word.
Even if she didn't have time, Ning Qing would go pick her up in person and wouldn't be so perfunctory.
In the final analysis, it was because she was Qin Ran, not Qin Yu.
She and Qin Ran had not spent much time together for twelve years, so they had become estranged a long time ago. Especially since Qin Ran had a stubborn temper, and was cold, arrogant, and stinky. She was not like Qin Yu who could speak softly.
The reason why so many relatives came to Yuncheng right now was simply because they wanted to see how well Ning Qing was doing.
The purpose of coming to see Chen Shulan was fake, but the real purpose was to get close to her.
Ning Qing knew what those relatives were thinking. She looked down on them in her heart, but she would not lose face.
Qin Ran could be absent from such occasions, but Qin Yu could not be absent. Qin Yu was her proudest person in the past ten years.
As for Qin Ran...
There are no secrets among these relatives. If they ask why Qin Ran is still in her third year of high school...
Ning Qing sighed, put her phone back in her pocket, and went upstairs with Qin Yu.
After a while, most of the relatives had arrived.
Chen Shulan lowered her head, looked at Ning Qing who was surrounded by everyone, and asked in a low voice: "Where is Ranran, why didn't she come?"
Ning Qing paused, and just in time she saw a thin figure walking in from the door.
The other person was wearing a middle school uniform jacket loosely draped over a white T-shirt underneath. The light in the box was dim, the crowd was noisy, and it was all extravagant. She was the only one with her brows lowered.
"Isn't she here?" Ning Qing said.
Chen Shulan also saw it.
Qin Ran always stood out wherever she went. Her raised eyebrows were sharp and pointed. As soon as she entered the room, everyone noticed her presence.
“Grandma, where’s my aunt?” Qin Ran took Chen Shulan’s left hand and looked around the room. Finally, she saw Ning Wei standing in a corner, looking a little helpless.
"Niece, it's true. I haven't seen you for many years. You look younger and younger." A middle-aged woman held Ning Qing's hand affectionately. "Oh, this must be Qin Yu. You are so pretty. I heard that you played the piano on TV. You really made our family proud..."
Qin Ran heard Ning Qing's reserved yet joyful voice, "Come here, Yu'er, this is your aunt. She has never given me any worries since she was a child. Now she is in the key class of No. 1 Middle School..."
Qin Ran had basically never seen or recognized these relatives.
She also knew that these relatives came for Ning Qing and Qin Yu, so she was too lazy to pretend to be nice to them.
Told Chen Shulan.
Go find Ning Wei directly.
Ning Wei stood in the corner, pinching the corner of her clothes, feeling a little helpless. Her clothes were clean but obviously a little old.
“Ran Ran.” When she saw Qin Ran, her eyes lit up and she raised her voice slightly.
Qin Ran paused where she was. She held her phone, tilted her head back, and took a breath: "Auntie, why don't you sit down?"
"There's no stool, I can just stand." Ning Wei smiled, then turned her eyes to the equally restrained girl beside her and said, "Mu Ying, this is your cousin Ran Ran."
Before Mu Ying could say anything, she saw Qin Ran move.
Qin Ran didn't say anything, she just glanced around.
His eyes were indescribably cold.
Nine parts cold, one part dry.
There was a stool not far away with a violin on it.
She seemed to sigh, with an irritated and very bandit-like expression on her face, pinched her fingers, and then walked over.
Before her slender fingers touched the violin, a sharp voice exploded beside her, "This violin costs 580,000 yuan, Miss Qin, don't move!"
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