Zeng Hui already has a daughter, and her words revealed her growing affection and joy for her daughter.
She then asked about Linghu Lan's marriage. Linghu Lan thought for a moment and replied, "I'm dating someone, and we're getting to know each other!"
"What's your family background like? Are you good-looking? Do you have a photo so I can take a look?" Zeng Hui asked naturally.
Linghu Lan was stunned for a moment; she really didn't have a photo of Mo Tang.
After she and Mo Tang returned, they rarely touched their phones, almost never looking at them. On the one hand, neither of them had the habit of using them, and on the other hand, they wanted to completely isolate themselves from the outside world and seek inner peace.
This was a process of spiritual self-transcendence, requiring the gradual settling of so many years of experiences. Most of the time, the two preferred to look at trees rather than their phones. Moreover, at that time, both of them were emaciated, like abused patients, and rarely even looked in the mirror, let alone took photos.
Zeng Hui asked in surprise, "Really? You don't have any pictures of your boyfriend on your phone?"
"There really isn't one!" Linghu Lan said helplessly.
Zeng Hui joked, "Really? You're hiding it so well, are you too handsome to let us see?"
"He's quite handsome!"
Linghu Lanren said earnestly that she had nothing to say about Mo Tang's appearance. If someone with that kind of looks were to enter the entertainment industry, they would outshine a host of male celebrities; their aura was simply too powerful.
Zeng Hui burst into laughter and reached out to pinch Linghu Lan's cheek. But she stopped just as her fingers touched Linghu Lan's skin. Linghu Lan had a unique aura that made people afraid to be too presumptuous towards her.
She had just seen clearly that even though Fang Mei was jealous of Linghu Lan and couldn't help but say sarcastic things, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous towards Linghu Lan. She remembered very clearly that when Fang Mei used to live in the school dormitory, she would fight with other girls from another department when she couldn't win an argument.
However, she dared not approach Linghu Lan, and even seemed somewhat wary of her.
That's really strange!
She smiled and said, "So many years have passed, but you are still so simple and lovely."
Simple and adorable?
Linghu Lan smiled slightly but remained silent.
There are three stages in life: seeing mountains as mountains and water as water; seeing mountains not as mountains and water not as water; and seeing mountains as mountains and water as water again. This process is essentially a return to the origins.
However, when we trace back to the source, it's hard to say whether it will still be the same mountains and rivers as before.
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After touring the school, it was afternoon. A few of them went to a restaurant they had booked in advance. The large private room had two large tables, which packed more than twenty people tightly.
Everyone drank cup after cup, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere. Even Fang Mei regained her former glory, drinking with familiar people and earning the title of "heroine of wine." As a result, she drank even more enthusiastically, finishing each cup without hesitation.
Linghu Lan watched silently. A person like Fang Mei was needed at the dinner table; she could liven up the atmosphere. However, such a woman was usually not highly regarded by either men or women.
Linghu Lan remembered that in another world, there was a girl like Fang Mei. At the time, she thought that such a girl must be very popular, but in fact, that was not the case.
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