The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: 056 Traditional Calligraphers Association! Have a couple of drinks with Xiaochen_2

Translator: 549690339

Even Lian Ningxiao, who tends to keep others at arm’s length, knew about it.

“Oh, I’m not going.”

“Ah,” Pu Xiaohan, knowing that Bai Lian had only been here for just over a month, explained to her, “But that’s Teacher Qiu from Beicheng, a member of the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. This time, I don’t know who managed to move this big mountain and actually got him to come back to Xiangcheng.”

Having said this, she looked at Bai Lian.

Bai Lian was still indifferent. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Pu Xiaohan, who was beside her, even heard Bai Lian whisper a word under her breath.

So cool.

Alright, Pu Xiaohan glanced again at Yang Lin, who was lagging a step behind them; Yang Lin definitely wouldn’t go either.

Next to No. 1 Middle School.

A black car was parked far across the street.

Jiang He was sitting in the backseat, resting his head against the window, looking far off in the direction of the school gate.

In front of him, Jiang Fulai slightly squinted his eyes as he browsed on the laptop screen, the chilling aura on his stern face growing heavier by the moment. Ming Dongheng was sitting in the driver’s seat, itching to get out of the car.

Yet, the phone in his pocket rang again.

Ming Dongheng didn’t dare glance at the rearview mirror and hurriedly picked up the phone—it was Jiang Xijue.

“What are you doing?” he asked cautiously as he got out of the car, lowering his voice, “Don’t you know that Young Master Jiang is looking at a document sent by the Gao Family?”

The Gao Family was an untouchable line that no one dared to cross for Jiang Fulai.

On the phone, Jiang Xijue didn’t care about the treatment Ming Dongheng was receiving, simply saying, “The invitation from the Traditional Calligraphers Association, hoping our ’emperor’ Jiang could provide a piece of writing. I’ve brought the message, just remember to find time to tell him.”

After finishing, Jiang Xijue, ignoring Ming Dongheng’s cursing, hung up the call directly.

His technique of passing the buck was incredibly smooth.

Ming Dongheng’s face darkened; if Jiang Xijue didn’t dare say it, did he dare to?

He fiddled with his phone, complaining in the group chat with four people—

[Is the Traditional Calligraphers Association mad?]

When have they ever seen Jiang Fulai practice calligraphy, yet they dare to bother him with this request?