Lou Xining’s words seemed to be meant both for Xing Chen and for himself.
He now understood Xing Chen’s feelings, and next, he needed to persuade his sister not to persist so stubbornly.
Xing Chen looked at the somewhat strange Lou Xining, and there seemed to be a certain clarity in his deep eyes.
His judgment of people had always been accurate.
It was likely that Lou Xining had come to test him.
It’s probable that Lou Xinyu had already spoken out about it.
Thinking about the masquerade ball that night, Xing Chen thought that perhaps Lou Xining could also become a witness.
With this in mind, Xing Chen would not sit and wait for his doom. He leisurely leaned back on the sofa, crossing his long legs and playing with the buttons on his left shirt sleeve with his right hand.
His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze was profound and distant.
"Xining, do you remember what mask I wore at the masquerade ball that night?"
Lou Xining didn’t know why Xing Chen suddenly asked this, but he answered anyway, "You can’t be here just to show off, can you? In the entire A City, only you could casually wear something worth tens of millions on your face for a simple ball!"
Speaking of this, Lou Xining felt a bit contemptuous of Xing Chen. Wasn’t this an obvious display of wealth?
Xing Chen didn’t mind these comments at all. He just emphasized, "You should remember that I left with a girl wearing an ice-and-snow mask that night."
Such a simple sentence was enough to explain everything clearly.
Lou Xining was with Xing Chen at the masquerade ball; he knew Xing Chen’s movements.
"I remember..." Lou Xining nodded. Of course, he remembered.
He even sent a message to his little sister-in-law about it. Strangely, she only responded with a perplexing smiley face and didn’t mention it again.
But he didn’t know why Xing Chen brought up that night now.
Seeing his continuing confusion, Xing Chen’s thin lips curved slightly in a shallow smile, "You need to testify for me."
"What?" Lou Xining exclaimed in surprise, completely not understanding what Xing Chen meant by that!
This old fox, could he have another clever plan?
Xing Chen just smiled and said nothing, not continuing the topic.
His long fingers hooked onto the handle of a purple clay teapot, slightly lifting, and a clear and melodious sound of water was heard.
The teacup was filled once more.
Sometimes, doing things was like pouring tea: just enough was enough, it should never overflow.
As for the Lou family’s matters, Xing Chen did not want to say much more.
If the other party didn’t speak first, he would not willingly touch this troublesome issue.
He already had all the necessary evidence; he feared nothing.
When Fu Jingxuan came back after class, he found that Ran Xiangsi had already completed the entire program.
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"To complete it so perfectly in such a short time? Looking across the country, there probably aren’t many people who could do it so quickly."
Fu Jingxuan’s eyes were full of admiration. He and she shared the same major; kindred spirits are more likely to appreciate each other.
Ran Xiangsi smiled a bit shyly, "It wasn’t very difficult... Professor, since I’ve finished, may I leave now? I have some other things to attend to."
"In such a hurry?" Fu Jingxuan’s brows furrowed then, slightly disappointed, "I was going to treat you to dinner."
"Uh... no need, Professor." Saying this, Ran Xiangsi quickly ran towards the door.