515 Unworthy

Qin Ran looked down at the local telephone number.

She didn’t know who it was.

Fearing that it was someone from the laboratory, she picked it up.

A female voice sounded over the phone, elegant and calm. “Miss Qin, hello. I’m Ouyang Wei.”

This name was very familiar to Qin Ran, who had heard it often from Cheng Mu and Hao Dui.

It had also, later on, appeared frequently at 129.

Even Elder Xu and Butler Qin also mentioned this name often.

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Although Qin Ran’s emotional intelligence wasn’t very high, it was so obvious that she naturally guessed it.

But she was just surprised. Cheng Juan’s reputation in Beijing wasn’t excellent, and most of the comments on him were that he was nothing without the Cheng family. Ouyang Wei was surprisingly prestigious in Beijing, and the two of them couldn’t be more polar opposites.

In this case, Ouyang Wei’s reaction was…

A little too strange.

“I’ll check it out myself if it’s of interest to me.” Qin Ran propped her legs up in disinterest.

Ouyang Wei didn’t seem surprised and still continued elegantly. “What if I say it has something to do with the bombing of Ninghai Town’s laboratory? Miss Qin, if you’re interested, I’ll wait for you in the central cafe tomorrow.”

She hung up right after.

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In the study, Qin Ran narrowed her eyes slightly.

“What’s on your mind?” Cheng Juan entered the room.

In the Lu family’s house.

Pan Mingyue was sitting on the bed in the Lu family’s guest room.

She had taken off her glasses and was looking a little confused at the moment. Her face was pale and drained of blood. Her face behind the glasses was clean and beautiful, and her slender neck looked a little fragile.

Lu Zhaoying hung up the call with Qin Ran before knocking on the door and entering.

Usually loud and carefree, he suddenly paused when he saw her sitting on the bed. Then, he placed the tray on the bedside table and casually said, “Did you fight with that person with the surname Feng? Just tell him clearly if you have any troubles. Don’t bottle it up inside. I don’t know much about Feng Ci, but he has a good character.”

He raised his hand and was about to pat Pan Mingyue’s shoulder, but turned halfway and touched his earrings awkwardly instead.

“Eat your meal.” He glanced at her.

Pan Mingyue pursed her lips and looked up at him. “Thank you.”