"No problem," Mr. Yang said with a cheerful grin, "I can have it all done in just three days."
"Thanks, old man."
Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu sent Mr. Yang back. After they ca out, Jiang Moshu casually asked, "Do you really care about this book?"
"Yeah, because without it, I'd probably die."
Ren Feng said with a smile.
Under Jiang Moshu's glasses, there was an expression of obvious disbelief.
Ren Feng didn't elaborate, just smiled and said, "What's next on the agenda?"
"Didn't you say you were going to take for treatnt?"
"Oh, I almost forgot," Ren Feng chuckled. "Let's eat first, and then I'll handle the plans for the afternoon, okay?"
"Okay."
Jiang Moshu nodded.
"Okay, let's go."
...
Ren Feng took Jiang Moshu to eat, then they went to a movie, and afterward, they went shopping.
But Jiang Moshu didn't show much reaction to any of these activities.
"How about going to a bar?"
Ren Feng asked.
"It's your call." Jiang Moshu adjusted his gold-rimd glasses, looking extrely elegant and intellectual in his outfit.
The sky had already darkened, so Ren Feng took Jiang Moshu directly to a bar. As soon as they entered, a booming, dynamic sound blasted through.
Walking into the bar, Jiang Moshu's expression still hadn't changed much.
"Let's dance." Ren Feng smiled slightly and suddenly grabbed Jiang Moshu's hand, leading straight into the dance floor.
Holding hands, Jiang Moshu's body felt a slight electric shock, and at this mont, a different feeling swept over her.
"Moshu, you can dance, right?"
Ren Feng smiled, blinking his eyes, "Want to teach you?"
Jiang Moshu didn't speak but didn't resist either. At this mont, she also felt sothing different, as if a closed door inside her was slowly opening.
"Moshu, you look great dancing."
"Close your eyes and feel it with your heart."
Under Ren Feng's guidance, it seed like the door to Jiang Moshu's heart was truly opening.
Her heart started to beat again, almost like regaining a forgotten feeling.
Ren Feng was about to keep dancing with Jiang Moshu when suddenly, the music stopped.
People dancing around them moved off to rest, unwillingly Ren Feng pulled Jiang Moshu to sit on a sofa.
Calling the waiter over, Ren Feng ordered beer and so cocktails.
"Moshu, can you drink?" Ren Feng smiled gently.
Jiang Moshu nodded.
"How do you feel?" Ren Feng asked.
Jiang Moshu had a barely noticeable blush on her face as she adjusted her glasses, "Not bad."
Ren Feng laughed heartily.
Not far from Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu sat a group of people, mainly middle-aged n, so of whom were plump, clearly dressed as successful individuals, though the aura of being nouveau riche couldn't be hidden.
"Mr. Chen, look at that girl, isn't she pretty?" One of the n glanced at Jiang Moshu next to Ren Feng and couldn't help but brighten up at his sight.
The businessn, hearing this, all looked towards Jiang Moshu, who was sipping her drink, and their eyes lit up.
"Mr. Zhao, you have good taste," laughed another man, "You've improved over the years."
Mr. Zhao also laughed heartily, "Not really."
"Mr. Zhao, you're being dishonest, you should be fined a drink," others cheered on, finding such matters very usual at their level of social prowess.
"Alright, alright, I'll have a drink," Mr. Zhao, under everyone's jeers, downed a full glass of drink from the table.
Mr. Chen watched Jiang Moshu and appreciated her for a mont, his eyes also showing interest.
"Mr. Chen, isn't this girl sothing? Trust my judgnt," the businessman nad Zhao laughed, "Why don't you send soone to give it a try?"
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