Thinking this way, Wen Zhengtian stopped talking about the land. What did the land have to do with him?
"Did you send the little girl an invitation to the party?"
Situ Ming: ...
The topic jumped a bit too fast.
"I was just telling you about that piece of land on the outskirts of Beijing near the Third Ring Road, how did you end up talking about the banquet again?"
Wen Zhengtian grew anxious, "Surely they didn't send it to him?"
His voice rose two octaves as he stared intently at Situ Ming.
The person being stared at rubbed his face hard. He was an old man who wouldn't live much longer; he had just been saved from the brink of death.
Then he forced a smile, "I delivered it, I gave it to her driver, but I still haven't seen her."
The old man's eyelids drooped. He took a sip of tea to moisten his throat; his shout earlier had been a bit too forceful, and his throat was still a little itchy.
"That's good. As for that piece of land on the outskirts of Beijing, do whatever you want with it. You're 18, legally an adult."
Okay.
Situ Ming returned to his room, took a shower, leaned against the bed, and casually lit two cigarettes.
I left one on the bed as usual and let it spontaneously combust.
With his other hand, he took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.
The call was answered after a while.
"Hello, who is it!"
Situ Ming frowned, glanced at the phone number, and realized it was indeed the number he and the girl had called last time.
Who are you?
His voice unconsciously turned a few degrees colder.
"Hey, you call me and don't even know who I am? What the hell are you calling for?!"
A busy signal came through.
The other side is dead.
The call logs from the last two calls are still there...
Situ Ming called again.
The call was answered very quickly.
"Hello? Little brother?"
It's definitely Zhao Xiaoyue's voice!
That guy just now... was that blue-eyed foreigner!
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