Qin Xin kept replaying that special mark in her mind.
It was a broken wing, gray and bloody, looking shocking and making a deep impression.
The Ice Lake robot had it on its neck.
Charlie’s No. 1 racing car had it on the steering wheel too.
Without a pen and paper, she took out her phone and used her finger to sketch out the outline of the wing from mory on her phone’s notepad.
She sent it to Hong Jingtian, "Check out the information on this mark."
Hong Jingtian quickly replied, "Looks familiar, oh no, this looks like a totem from so ancient cannibal tribe at Hanbei Ridge..."
Qin Xin was a bit surprised, "Isn’t it from A Continent?"
Hong Jingtian, "Oh, I might have rembered wrong, I’ll check again, but anyhow, that tribe has long been extinct... QUEEN, why are you looking into this?"
Qin Xin, "..."
Little Hong, with your IQ, it’s better to just execute and not ask too many questions.
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Even though A Continent was chaotic due to the accident injuring people, the committee still went through the entire process before announcing the end of the race.
The audience left in an orderly fashion, with the VIP seats emptying first as usual.
Qin Xin stood up from the coach’s seat, turned around, and imdiately locked eyes with a man’s deep, dark eyes in the front row of the audience.
Ah, when did Mr. Nalan arrive?
Oh, Lu Yi gave her a ticket last night, but she didn’t say she would co, and thought the man wouldn’t be interested in this kind of race. Who knew he would actually co?
She exchanged a glance with him for a second.
The second thought that popped into her head was: Did she put on her ink green birthmark today?
Luckily, the answer was no.
However, just as she felt fortunate, she noticed that behind Mr. Nalan, everyone from Class 2 was also looking at her excitedly, waving to her.
Fortunately, with all the noise around the racetrack, the calls of "Sister Xin" didn’t reach Mr. Nalan’s ears.
Disaster, even without the birthmark, she’s at risk of blowing her cover.
If she left with Ao Xinghao and the others, how could she explain to Nalan Ye Jue that she was Qin Xin and also Lan Qingxin?
But if she left with Mr. Nalan, how could she explain the marriage?
Qin Xin pursed her lips slightly.
Since being reborn, she had never faced such a conflicting decision.
Should she greet Mr. Nalan or say hi to her classmates from Class 2?
A second later.
She lowered her hat brim, put her hands in her pockets, and without greeting anyone, strode directly towards the exit of the racetrack.
Of all the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is best.
Everyone in Class 2 was dumbfounded. Was Sister Xin abandoning them?
But Ao Xinghao understandingly reassured everyone, "At a critical mont like this, Sister Xin needs to keep a low profile. Keep your voices down so her identity doesn’t get exposed."
Everyone suddenly understood, "...Got it!"
Not far away, Nalan Ye Jue sat in his wheelchair, watching Qin Xin’s hurried departure, raised an eyebrow, and lightly chuckled.
He calmly instructed Lu Yi, "Drive away all the reporters outside the racetrack. She doesn’t like interviews. Don’t make her angry."
Lu Yi, "Yes!"
As they spoke, they saw Mrs. Nalan rushing against the dispersing crowd towards the front row, "Son, where’s your wife? You’re not attentive enough. When given the chance to be with your wife, you don’t even seize it. You should think of a way to bring your wife to watch the races, have a big al afterward, and then go ho and drive full of energy... You’re not like my son at all. You need to be proactive with girls, understand?"
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