Gu Zhiqi said this as she had already taken out her phone, flipped it open, and handed her card number to Gu Huaijin.
Great, now we’ve even skipped the step of negotiating the price.
Gu Huaijin felt very conflicted inside, but still took out his phone and transferred the money to Gu Zhiqi.
As Gu Zhiqi saw the ten million arriving in her account, the listless look in her eyes dissipated somewhat, a hint of a smile appearing deep within her eyes, and she took out a talisman paper from her storage bracelet to give to Gu Huaijin.
"As long as the talisman paper remains intact, it will protect you from disasters and keep evil spirits at bay," she said, adding a sentence, "This is a free gift, no extra charge."
Hearing about the free gift from Gu Zhiqi, Gu Huaijin’s first reaction was to be suspicious.
Generous enough to give a gift?
Something was a bit off.
Giving away gifts was out of the question; Gu Zhiqi didn’t charge extra because Gu Huaijin had transferred enough money, so it was directly accounted for in the extra amount he gave.
After handing the talisman paper to Gu Huaijin, Gu Zhiqi went into the banquet hall and after looking around for a while, found Qiao Qingshu.
Qiao Qingshu was sitting in a relatively secluded corner, but there were still several people sitting around her.
To Qiao Qingshu’s right was someone sitting, and the left was empty. To the left, one empty seat over, sat a teenager who looked somewhat familiar but whose name she couldn’t recall. To the left of the teenager sat Mo Weiran, with blonde hair.
Gu Zhiqi took steps towards Qiao Qingshu. Mo Weiran caught sight of Gu Zhiqi and raised his hand, giving her a little wave, "Miss."
Mo Weiran’s greeting caused Ling Yuanzhou, who was sitting to his right, to lift his eyes. Seeing Gu Zhiqi walking over, Ling Yuanzhou subconsciously furrowed his brows, his eyes flashing with a bright and obvious dislike as Gu Zhiqi approached.
Seeing Mo Weiran greeting her, Gu Zhiqi nodded lightly at him and then sat down next to Qiao Qingshu.
The seat to the left of Qiao Qingshu was exactly the one to the right of Ling Yuanzhou.
Ling Yuanzhou saw Gu Zhiqi sit down beside him and his brow furrowed even tighter, the color of disdain in his eyes growing even more intense.
Mo Weiran, seeing Gu Zhiqi sit down next to Ling Yuanzhou, felt somewhat emotional.
Although the miss had lost her memory, she still liked Brother Zhou, right?
Otherwise, why ignore all the other empty seats and sit right next to Brother Zhou’s?
Unaware of Mo Weiran’s thoughts, Gu Zhiqi saw Qiao Qingshu burying her head in a book and didn’t disturb her, but simply took out her phone and started to focus on her mental method.
She was just a little bit away from completing the mental method and should be able to finish it before the banquet ended.
Gu Zhiqi paid no attention to Ling Yuanzhou, and Mo Weiran was surprised at this.
He leaned slightly forward, glanced sideways at Gu Zhiqi, and saw the girl’s delicate features, her expression tinged with a touch of languor, emanating an aura of laziness and indifference.
Seeing that Gu Zhiqi was focusing all her attention on her phone, busy typing without any intention of speaking to Ling Yuanzhou, Mo Weiran shifted his gaze back to Ling Yuanzhou.
After just looking at Gu Zhiqi and suddenly seeing Ling Yuanzhou, the thought "Brother Zhou is not worthy of the miss" unexpectedly floated into Mo Weiran’s mind.
As soon as the thought emerged, Mo Weiran quickly blinked.
He averted his eyes somewhat guiltily; that thought absolutely could not be let known to Brother Zhou.
Although Mo Weiran forced himself to stop thinking about it, he couldn’t help but look a few more times at Gu Zhiqi and Ling Yuanzhou and the more he looked, the more he felt that Ling Yuanzhou was not worthy of Gu Zhiqi.
In terms of appearance as well as temperament, the gap was simply too great.
The only thing that might count in Ling Yuanzhou’s favor was probably his medical skill, which was far superior to his peers.