"We'll definitely meet Old Han this time in Jiangzhou. All four of us from our dormitory are bachelors and the best in our fields. How could this be? What's wrong with us?"
Xu Shuhua furrowed his eyebrows and fell into contemplation.
Bo Yuxun looked down at the ribbon in the box, soft and supple like a gentle fingertip. What kind of person could its owner be?
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Bo Yuxun returned to the Bos and packed a few clothes. Huai Qing entered the room.
"Young Master, where are you going?"
"Jiangzhou."
Huai Qing came over to help pack, and upon hearing the destination, paused: "There is a Qinglong Association in Jiangzhou. They're not to be messed with. Young Master, please be careful."
Bo Yuxun coldly said, "The Qinglong Association is not the most frightening thing."
Huai Qing glanced at him and took an envelope out of his pocket, handing it to him.
