gown, which highlighted her figure perfectly. She was showing off every curve in all the right places. Beside her stood Fu Hanlin in a black suit, looking composed and elegant.The phone screen suddenl...Footsteps outside came, and she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, as if the emotions just now had never occurred.

Juice was placed in front of her. Ji Lin sat beside her, saying meaningfully, “The professor from Zurich was recommended to me by Huo Mingzheng.”

Fu Yan was slightly startled.

Ji Lin took out the business card from the drawer and showed it to her, "This was given to me by Huo Mingzheng through Cao Fang the day Fu Grandfather passed away. You had driven away from the hospital parking lot after leaving."

Fu Yan held the card, her heart a jumble of emotions. Huo Mingzheng had never mentioned this to her before.

She put the card back, "Are you serious about this"

Ji Lin leaned back against the sofa and sighed, "I used to think I could stick to one path all the way, but I ignored the fact that life is full of variables. Now I know that no one's life can be seen at a glance. Accepting the changes in life is my mandatory course."

After he finished speaking, both he and Fu Yan rubbed their arms simultaneously.

Fu Yan's face contorted in disgust.

"Ji Lin let out a sigh: 'I knew I shouldn't have said it. I'm disgusted with myself.'"

The two of them exchanged a few more jokes, and Ji Lin got up and walked to the front of the shelf. Fu Yan watched his back and decided not to tell Ji Lin about what had happened to her recently.

It was obvious that person wasn't coming for Ji Lin. From start to finish, they were after her.

She could no longer drag Liji into the water, even though she knew Liji would undoubtedly help her without hesitation if he found out. But what would the price be

Last time, Ji Lin almost died in a car accident. She can't gamble.

"What are you thinking about, so absorbed" Ji Lin didn't know when he had walked over.

Fu Yan immediately came to her senses and looked at the several suitcases. "Are all your things packed"

Ji Lin knew she wouldn't say it out loud, but her heart must be reluctant to let him go. His heart softened instantly and he comforted her: "I'm going to study, not going to jail."

He didn't say anything at first, but when he did, his voice choked up. "You hate reading the most, I wonder if your teacher will be driven crazy by you someday."

Before she taught junior high and high school, every teacher would privately approach her and express their headache about Ji Lin. They'd ask her if there was any way to make him more obedient.

She couldn't do it, but after Ji Lin changed desks, he became noticeably more honest.

She wouldn't say anything was okay, but as soon as she mentioned Ji Lin, her heart skipped a beat.

It was getting late, although Ji Lin's body had mostly recovered, he couldn't usually stay up very late at night. He started feeling sleepy around nine thirty.

Besides, she was going to attend the funeral of Old Master Fu tomorrow, so Fu Yan didn't stay any longer.

When she came down the stairs, the living room lights downstairs were dimmed. Father Ji was quite drunk and was forcibly taken back to his room by Mother Ji. As for Qin Heng, no one knew where he had gone. Only Huo Mingzheng was sitting on the sofa, sipping tea while flipping through something on the coffee table.

Fu Yan walked over and took a look. It was an album.

He flipped through it so naturally, anyone would think this was his home.

Fu Yan Gang was about to turn away when she caught a glimpse of one photo in the corner of her eye. The moment the memory of death resurfaced, she rushed over, trying to cover the photo with her hands!

"Don't look..."

However, Huo Mingzheng had predicted her actions. The moment she rushed towards him, he grabbed the photo album and lifted it up, using his other hand to support her waist. Their bodies were almost pressed together.

He lowered his eyes to look at the panic on her face, his eyes holding an unreadable teasing smile. His voice was warm with a hint of alcohol, a playful smirk on his lips: "Afraid I'll see what"He gasped, a look of disbelief washing over him. "Thirty years old Is that considered old"Huo Mingzheng picked up his wine glass slowly, "That depends on who you're comparing to. Thirty is a bit olde...