333 Appearance Is Power! Qin Hanqiu's Monitoring

Lin Siran was holding a black rope in her hand. Looking from Qin Ran’s side, he could see that the rope was a bit thick with a cold metallic luster.

While standing next to Qin Ran, he stared at the rope in surprise. “Such a thick rope?”

Was this necessary for a cat?

“Mimi, come down!” Lin Siran whistled, and a huge figure suddenly jumped out from the back seat.

Both sensing the danger, Cheng Mu and Cheng Jin instinctively took a step back.

Squinting, Cheng Juan reached out to grab Qin Ran and pull her to the side.

As if sensing Cheng Juan’s gaze, Mimi didn’t dare to pounce forward.

“Mimi, sit down!” Lin Siran ordered.

The black shadow leaping in the air stopped and then sat in front of Lin Siran imposingly.

“This is Mimi?” Cheng Mu stared at Lin Siran and Mimi blankly.

Patting Mimi’s head, Lin Siran smiled happily. “Yeah, what’s wrong?”

Cheng Mu was speechless.

No, it was fine to call a dog “Mimi,” but why did they give a one-meter tall Tibetan mastiff a cat’s name?!

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Sitting next to Lin Siran, the Tibetan mastiff was nearly one meter tall, with a pure black mane on his body faintly reflecting cold light. His cry was dull, his head resembled a lion, and his bright expressive eyes were slightly tinged with gold.

The fine hair on his powerful claws danced about in the wind in a flurry.

Fierce and menacing.

People passing by desperately wanted to be a kilometer away from it.

“Ran Ran, how’s Mimi?” Lin Siran discussed it with her.

Qin Ran touched her chin and nodded slowly. “It’s fine. You raised it pretty well.”

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While talking, she took out a casually folded ticket from her pocket and stuffed it directly into Lin Siran’s pocket.

“What’s this?” She took it out from her pocket.

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Her head aching, Qin Ran waved her away. “Bye.”

Returning to his senses, Cheng Jin glanced at Cheng Mu and whispered, “Are all of Miss Qin’s friends like this?”

Sitting on the side with his lips slightly pursed, Cheng Juan slightly turned towards her. He held his phone in one hand and his head in the other, looking a little distracted.

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His phone showed a conversation—

[What are you doing?]

——

[Meeting someone.]

It didn’t matter if that was the case. Cheng Juan scrolled down the conversation and saw Qin Ran’s second slow reply—

[He looks more handsome in reality.]

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Appearance was power!

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After thinking for a while, Cheng Juan took out a cigarette from his pocket. This time, instead of lighting it, he just pinched it between his teeth.

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They arrived at Ting Lan.

After a long while, he sighed, put the computer aside, and slowly went to find his mobile phone on the bed.

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He clicked on WeChat, found Qin Ran’s profile, and sent a message—

[Butler Qin is watching the Mid-Autumn Festival’s elevator monitoring over the three days.]

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**

Outside, the manager came in with the variety show’s contract. “Film Emperor Qin, Xiao Ling’s contract is ready. Are you signing for him?”

“Are you sure you want to take the Young Master to a variety show?” Butler Qin was a little surprised.

Yesterday morning the manager had been against this, but he had prepared the contract now?

“Yeah. He’ll join the team at the end of next month.” Qin Xiuchen walked over, glanced at the contract, and then signed on the last page with a black pen.