Quan Jin’s post-hangover hairstyle and expression made him look just like a Tibetan Mastiff!
No special effects needed.
But Tu Kuan had already mastered the art of composure to a divine level, handing him a glass of warm water and said, "Hungry? Have so water first. I’ll order so food for you. What would you like to eat?"
Quan Jin ignored him, went to the bathroom to wash his face, brushed his teeth, changed clothes, and then prepared to go out.
Tu Kuan asked, "Going back to the old estate? At this hour, are you going for lunch or dinner?"
At two in the afternoon, after driving and so delay, it would be about three o’clock.
It’s really unclear whether it’s for lunch or dinner.
Quan Jin still ignored him, feeling particularly annoyed by Tu Kuan’s presence, so he walked quickly.
In the end, it was Tu Kuan driving the car. He advised, "Since you’re going to et the old lady, aren’t you a bit too disheveled? Maybe tidy up a bit. Judging by your expression, this eting seems important."
He was ready with a silver tongue.
Who knew that Quan Jin would compromise without a second thought, pulling open the back door and getting in.
On the way to the old estate, Quan Jin couldn’t keep his mouth shut, asking about what happened last night. What he heard from Tu Kuan allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing too outrageous.
With so many people at iling, could he tolerate any embarrassnt if sothing shaful had happened?
Tu Kuan said: "But..."
Quan Jin’s just-relaxed mood suddenly tensed up: "Why can’t you say it clearly all at once?"
Tu Kuan: "Uh, you’d better look at your phone yourself."
He kept one hand on the steering wheel, fished his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and tossed it to the person in the back seat, considerately informing him: "Open the gallery, there are two videos, make sure to watch them one by one. There’s a surprise."
Quan Jin had no interest in watching this idle doctor’s antics.
But the phone was already tossed over, and he instinctively caught it. The screen was on, and he was told to look at the gallery? What was in the gallery??
What else did he do after getting drunk last night?
He rembered most of it, like what happened in the bar, the white paper scattered, mourning for lost love, Su Boqian barking like a dog...
None of these seed too outrageous.
Guided by so mysterious force, Quan Jin opened the album. The video covers looked a bit crazy, and before even playing them, his temples throbbed a few tis.
Before the screen dimd, he lightly tapped it with his fingertip.
The video started playing—
First, there was a noise, mingled with tal storm music vibes. It was impossible to hear who was speaking; all he could see were the crowd of frenzied dancers and the white paper drifting in the air. Under the red glow, the scene looked a bit eerie.
At the ti, it didn’t feel like it. Watching the video, it did indeed.
Quan Jin carefully watched it but saw nothing revealing, then the video ended.
Quan Jin: ?
"Are you ssing with ?"
Seeing nothing, Quan Jin felt deceived, his expression clearly displeased.
Tu Kuan, focused on driving, replied: "Isn’t there still a second video? Watch it before making any comnts. After all, it’s not like you’re being tricked."
He swiped a finger, and sure enough, there was another video behind it.
Glancing slyly at Tu Kuan’s half-side profile in the rearview mirror, Tu Kuan caught him and explained, "Just watch it, then make a conclusion. But don’t hurry to delete it after you watch; I’ve backed it up."
Backed it up?
Is he trying to blackmail him?
Originally unconcerned, Quan Jin suddenly beca alert.
He hesitated for a mont, then clicked on the second video.
The video showed a very quiet scene, no sound. After staring at the screen and watching closely, Quan Jin confird it was the bathroom in his master bedroom.
He thought maybe the phone’s volu was low, so he increased the volu by half. Still nothing. He kept increasing it until it was at maximum, but there wasn’t a peep.
Just when he suspected Tu Kuan was playing him for a fool, a jarring, wailing, and extrely mournful voice blared from the speaker—
["Gu Xueli... please don’t leave , okay? I like you. I really like you so much..."]
Quan Jin: ?
Is that his voice?
Can he cry?
When has he ever cried!
This absolutely wasn’t his voice.
As Quan Jin firmly believed this wasn’t his voice, the sound from the speaker hadn’t finished, and the video was still playing.
["Am I not good? Tell , what am I doing wrong? I’ll change, okay?"]
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