The sound of a phone hitting the floor caught the attention of several classmates nearby, and they all turned to look at Chi Zhen.
Keeping a perfectly straight face, Chi Zhen picked up his phone, stuffed it into his pocket, and hastily shoved the books and notebooks from his desk into his backpack.
At the Shi family residence, in the quiet garden far from the noise of the crowd, a man leaned against the railing, gazing at the brightly lit villa ahead. The light in his eyes flickered uncertainly.
He silently lit a cigarette for himself, and his honest-looking face disappeared into the rising smoke.
At 9:30 sharp on Monday morning, Yu Hanqing walked into the office impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, polished leather shoes, and with his hair styled to perfection. He took his seat at his desk right on time.
Gold-rimmed glasses on. Refined. Elegant. The picture-perfect elite finance graduate from a prestigious university.
Chi Zhen had never expected there to be a day when the Little Vegetable Guild would be this lively. All eight guild members stood in front of the guild hall, touring it like tourists—looking around, commenting, and marveling at everything they saw.
Mu Xiangxiang tossed and turned in bed all night. The singing outside never stopped, and she didn't even know when she finally fell asleep. By the time she woke up, both her parents had already left the house.
The battlefield-like mess had been cleaned up. The television was off, there was no disc in the DVD player, and breakfast had been left in the kitchen as usual.