342 Master Juan Threw a Piece of Shocking News!

Qin Xiuchen glanced at the students walking about and pulled his hat down. “There was none after the Old Master’s death.”

“No doubt she’s the Qin family’s bloodline. But Butler Qin doesn’t know, right…” The manager tutted.

If he knew, how could he be so calm?

Qin Xiuchen remained silent. He wasn’t in the direct line. He had been brought back from the jackal tiger’s den by the Old Master and had hence dodged a bullet. If it wasn’t because he had been dormant in the entertainment industry, the Fourth Master wouldn’t have let him go.

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Without Old Master Qin, he might not have survived in his teens. It wasn’t until he formed wide connections that he helped Butler Qin find Qin Hanqiu.

Standing in silence, they saw Qin Ran coming out of the gate with a book and a backpack.

A black headphone cord hung around her neck.

The manager stopped talking.

“Sister!” Qin Ling took two steps forward and excitedly called her, his dark eyes brightening.

Walking through the crowd, Qin Ran approached them without rushing. Weaving among the crowd, she slightly squinted and looked obviously annoyed.

Qin Xiuchen pulled up his mask and lowered his voice. “Get in the car first.”

They walked forward, but not far away, three boys trotted over. “Qin Ran, the professor said that you’ve almost finished this exercise. Can you lend it to us?”

The boy wore an unzipped black jacket, looking tall and handsome.

She lowered her head to pull out a book and handed it to him. “I just finished writing it.”

The three boys were obviously familiar with her and weren’t very courteous to her.

After they left, Qin Xiuchen asked as she walked into the car, “Your classmates?”

“No.” Qin Ran held her book with another hand and lazily squinted. “My senior.”

“You’re a freshman?” The manager took the key and glanced at her in surprise.

Getting into the car, she took off her headphones and squinted. “Yeah.”

Sitting in the driver’s seat, the manager also wanted to ask why a senior was borrowing her exercise books. But seeing her cold and impatient face in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t help but hold back.

Qin Xiuchen and Qin Ling had set off the next afternoon. Since the kids were present, Qin Xiuchen didn’t drink and only ordered two juices for them.

After eating, Qin Ran didn’t ask anyone to pick her up and just asked the manager to bring her back to Beijing University’s intersection.

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This was a good sign. At least she wasn’t being too courteous with him.

City C was a mountainous area, where several forces of the Cheng family were housed. Other than Beijing, City C had a high population.

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While holding a teacup, Old Master Cheng sternly glanced at Cheng Juan, who was slowly playing with his cigarette. “You can go this year.”

“Dad?!” Cheng Raohan immediately stood up upon hearing this with a drastically changed expression.

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The phone in his hand was almost deformed by him.

Sure enough, the Old Master still pampered the little son as always. Even if he knew nothing, the piece of sweet pastry in City C would still be given to him.

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Everyone knew that going to City C was beneficial.

The other hall masters exchanged glances.

The man sitting in the chair calmly lifted his delicate chin and said lazily and sloppily, “I refuse.”

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Sitting next to him with her legs crossed prim and proper, Cheng Wenru glanced at him, but somehow maintained her ladylike demeanor without rolling her eyes.

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Cheng Juan looked down at his watch. It was 8:30. She was probably returning home. He patted his sleeves and stood up. “Dad, everyone, I’ll head back first.”

Butler Qin was now studying the project with the three programmers and Ah Hai.

This was the first time they had come in contact with a project of the headquarters in recent years, so they were in a tense moment. Hence, Butler Qin and the others were very concerned.

Ah Wen came back inside. “Butler Qin, the Sixth Master has sent something back.”

“Send it to the old house.” Butler Qin didn’t even look up.

Before Ah Wen left, he frowned. “The person who sent it said one of the packages has to be delivered personally to the recipient.”

“I’m very busy here.” Butler Qin put down the documents and stood up, massaging his eyebrows wearily. “What important thing do you want me to send?”

“It’s an address in Beijing University,” Ah Wen glanced down at the memo and replied.

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Staring up at the sky, Butler Qin reluctantly said, “It’s too late now. I’ll send it tomorrow.”

If it weren’t for Qin Xiuchen, Butler Qin would never leave his home to hand something privately in such an emergency.