Ao Xinghao raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously, with a bit of defiance: "Alright."
This is soone genuinely supporting Xin.
Not like Yu Xiaochun, who is all talk and two-faced!
Everyone was enthusiastically placing bets.
Suddenly, a stern and feminine shout ca from behind: "What are you doing?"
Everyone shivered: "Oh no, the Little Dragon Girl is here."
Quickly scattering, they sat back in their seats.
They realized it wasn’t the Little Dragon Girl checking classroom discipline.
Instead, it was Lan Qingxin standing at the door, frowning at them: "What are you all ssing about for? Got too much pocket money?"
Everyone stuck out their tongues: "Sister Xin, we’re just having so fun, it’s not much, really it’s not much."
Lan Qingxin walked past Ao Xinghao and gave him a glare.
Ao Xinghao, with a blade of grass between his lips, moved his eyes side to side, looking innocent: "Xin, you can’t criticize , I’m under so much exam pressure. Without a bit of gambling, I can’t relax. If you take away my last hobby, that would be too cruel."
Qin Xin: "..."
What is this little rascal gambling for...
Ao Xinghao chuckled sneakily, then whispered: "Xin, you’re really pale today, did you use so kind of mask? Share the secret, will you? I’ve been studying so much, my face is turning yellow."
Qin Xin rolled her eyes: "..."
She hadn’t put on makeup today, only applied green ink to her birthmark on her forehead.
Is Ao Xinghao blind to think she’s paler than usual?
Could it be that Lan Qingxin’s original looks really resemble hers, Qin Xin, very much?
Once again, she confird it from others’ perspectives.
Her brows furrowed tightly.
This coincidence is too strange, isn’t it?
==
At lunchti in the cafeteria, Song Anjing dragged Qin Xin around, scrutinizing her to ensure there were no signs of a car accident. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, and began gossiping about Yao Dazhuang’s latest news: "Heard he died terribly, oh so terrible... Tsk tsk, one really shouldn’t be like Yao Dazhuang..."
Ao Xinghao didn’t ntion the car accident at all, he just casually asked: "Xin, do you have a brother?"
Qin Xin let out a sound of acknowledgnt.
There’s a convenient brother, though he hasn’t shown up yet.
Of course, she’s also busy with an engagent, so even if the convenient brother shows up, she wouldn’t have ti to deal with him.
Xiangxiang saw Qin Xin seed troubled, thinking she was upset hearing about Young Master Jue’s engagent, quickly added soup and dishes for her, and cautiously said: "Little Miss, an engagent doesn’t necessarily an marriage..."
Qin Xin looked at Xiangxiang warily: "What did you say?"
Xiangxiang stamred: "I, I spoke out of turn..."
Qin Xin slapped the table: "No, I think what you said makes a lot of sense."
It’s just engagent, not marriage, why get all stressed?
Just get along with Mr. Nalan with a normal heart.
Think of him like a roommate... yes, like Song Anjing, isn’t that good?
Xiangxiang gave a bitter smile: "Little Miss, it’s good if you can think that way. Actually, even if brother marries sister-in-law, it won’t an he won’t take care of his little sister."
Ao Xinghao squinted his eyes: "You’re saying Xin’s brother married soone?"
But he clearly saw yesterday that the brother was excessively caring toward the sister, guarding her against other n, very unusual.
This is an intuition coming from a man.
Xiangxiang: "Yes, no, not exactly... just engaged."
Song Anjing chid in: "Imperial law dictates that an engagent is legally protected, and you can legally have babies, I know this!"
Qin Xin rubbed her forehead: "Song Anjing, is your pharmacy exam that easy? Can you score 100 without studying and have ti to look at imperial law?"
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