Ling Jue walked to the door of the hotel and called Gu Ziming, asking him to send something to her.
"Sir, what do you want this for? Besides, how do you know I have it?" Gu Ziming, who was half asleep, woke up with a start.
"Hurry up. Wait for me in the parking lot."
"..."
Ling Jue hung up the phone and walked straight into the banquet hall.
When she returned, the banquet had already started. There were people singing and dancing on the stage in front of the banquet.
She did not walk straight back to her seat. Her face was calm, without the panic from before.
Feng Yulin was surprised that he still came back, but he did not say anything. He just looked at the dance on the stage indifferently.
Lu Yilie, on the other hand, was very disdainful. This son of the governor's family actually came to brush his sense of presence. He was really annoying.
Ling Jue did not care about Lu Yilie's gaze. She only looked at Feng Yulin faintly. Which part of his body should she cut first?
She looked at him for a long time. She really wanted to make a hole in his body.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Yulin put down the red wine glass in his hand. Perhaps the light was slightly dim, or perhaps he had drunk too much wine. His originally cold face was slightly red.
His lips seemed to have magical powers. In Ling Jue's eyes, they were like tempting jelly.
'Clear your mind!'
This man must be a male demon. Otherwise, how could he be so charming?
She had to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"How old is Ling Jue this year?" Suddenly, Old Master Feng, who was sitting in the main seat, asked Ling Jue.
Ling Jue raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at him, and said faintly, "Fifteen."
"Then, you're sixteen this year."
"Yes."
"Which month?"
"December." Ling Jue told him the real age of this body.
"What's the date?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly. Why did he suddenly ask this? But she answered truthfully, "Twenty-eight."
"Very good." He smiled lightly and did not say anything else.
The few people next to him sized up Ling Jue. Other than being a delicate little boy, there was nothing special about him.
Their Yilie was not bad, but his personality was too mischievous. They really hoped that he would be obedient after he entered the school. What was the point of having good grades? His personality would be at a disadvantage in the future.
They really hoped that someone would teach their Yilie a lesson.
Other than his father, only his uncle could teach this kid a lesson.
However, both of them were so busy.
Lu Yilie, on the other hand, was very disdainful, especially when he heard his great-grandfather ask Ling Jue a question. He snorted coldly. Ling Jue was still a few months younger than him.
He suddenly thought of something and put a hand on the back of his chair. He leaned closer to him and whispered, "Ling Jue, you're not bad. I'll take you in as my underling. From now on, you'll hang out with me in school. As long as you're obedient, there will be benefits for you. As you know, the principal of Molk is my father. From now on, I'll be in charge of everything in school."
"Hang out with you? What's in it for me?"
"You can call me boss from now on. I'll bring you to play games. Let me tell you, I was the champion of King's Glory in my old school. No one can beat me."
"King's Glory?"
"It's a mobile game. You've heard of it, haven't you?" He looked at Ling Jue with disdain.
"No." Ling Jue did not think that there was anything to be proud of about playing games well.
"...Anyway, I'll bring you to play. I guarantee that you'll dominate District 22. I can even give you a limited skin."
"..." If she were to play games, would she still need this brat to give her a skin? Hehe.
"But we have to keep this a secret. Don't tell my uncle!" He snuck a glance at Feng Yulin beside him and shrunk his neck.