Song Mansion.
The phone rang.
Song Qushan answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Sir, Miss Mo has arrived and has been arranged in the reception room."
"Okay!" Song Qushan frowned, his heart heavy. "Tell her to wait a moment, I'll be right down."
"yes!"
A sharp light flashed in Song Qushan's eyes. He put down the phone, straightened his back, slowly opened the door, and went downstairs.
"Ring ring!" The phone rang again.
He paused for a moment, didn't answer the phone, but waved his hand and continued walking downstairs.
A male servant immediately bowed and answered the phone, saying a few respectful words...
...
downstairs.
Linghu Lan sized up the Song family.
She came here before, to deliver an IOU.
Last time, I was in too much of a rush and didn't have time to properly appreciate the Song family.
The Song Mansion is extremely luxurious. The casual furnishings reveal the owner's extraordinary taste. The ornaments displayed outside alone are enough to cause a sensation, as they are genuine antiques.
The essence of culture can be gleaned from these inanimate objects.
"This is a blue and white porcelain dragon-patterned Yuhuchun vase. Miss Mo, are you interested?" Song Qushan's footsteps were light as he sat down on the sofa.
He appeared relaxed, showing no sign of worry for Song Cheng.
Linghu Lan smiled and said, "It's alright!"
“Miss Mo is an expert. Although that item is good, it is a bit outdated. I have a celadon bowl with carved children playing pattern that I think will meet Miss Mo’s standards.”
Song Qushan said this calmly, looking at Linghu Lan with a peaceful gaze.
Linghu Lan nodded, "Okay, but it can't be included in that 100 million debt."
Song Qushan: "..."
His heart was filled with complex emotions. The girl opposite him looked young, yet she possessed a wisdom in her eyes that didn't belong to her age. No wonder Song Cheng lost to her. He sighed silently and said:
"Miss Mo, I heard you went missing for a while. How come you're back?"
Linghu Lan smiled and said, "I came back because I missed home!"
She casually waved her fingers.
Song Qushan then saw the blue and white dragon-patterned Yuhuchun vase fly up and dance in the air.
"Crash!" The sound of a plate falling to the ground.
Several servants who were serving tea and fruit stared in disbelief at the spring vase flying in the air, feeling as if they had wandered into the wrong movie set. Was this a film shoot?
The sound of the porcelain fruit plate shattering brought them back to reality. They quickly suppressed their dazed feelings and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, Miss Mo."
Linghu Lan laughed and said, "Be careful not to cut your hand!"
She moved her finger again, and the porcelain shards that had fallen to the ground flew up. The trash can lid opened automatically, and the shards fell into the trash can without missing a single one. "Click!" The trash can lid closed.
The servants were all stunned.
Is this a superpower?
Is it not a hallucination?
Linghu Lan smiled brightly, "It's too much trouble to clean up the tea, you can do it yourselves!"
"I wouldn't dare trouble Miss Mo. I'm so sorry you had to see this."
Someone immediately cleaned up the things on the ground.
Song Qushan's eyes flickered slightly: This was to state his identity, to get straight to the point and not beat around the bush.
He raised his hand. "You may all leave!"
Several servants bowed and respectfully left.
Only Song Qushan and Linghu Lan remained in the large reception room.
Linghu Lan smiled and said, "Old Master Song, do you know who I am now? Can we talk properly?"
Song Qushan's left lip twitched, and he said, "So it's Junior Sister!"
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