Lin Yufei was idling at home, learning how to make a sachet from Qing Xiuxin.
She planned to make one for Xiao Yang, and it had to be small enough to hang conveniently from a mobile phone.
She also wanted to embroider a jasmine flower on the sachet.
The language of the jasmine flower is "You are mine"—a declaration that Xiao Yang was spoken for, meant to intimidate any vixens who might try to seduce her man.
Xiao Yang was unaware of any of this; he was tucked away in his room, meditating.
There is always someone better, and there is always a heaven beyond the heavens; he never considered himself invincible.
As long as one can practice self-discipline, regardless of innate talent, their future achievements will surely be significant.
Lin Zhengrong was still reviewing his documents, buried in the headache of finding a brand ambassador, to the point where he was losing handfuls of hair.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted outside.
The sound of a car engine drew the attention of everyone inside.
Ye Rong’s expression was blank as he slowly climbed out of the car, not even glancing at the front bumper.
A Rolls-Royce—an international luxury vehicle—where even a scratch could cause someone immense heartache.
Let alone the fact that he had forcefully smashed through the gate barrier to enter; the damage was substantial.
Xiao’an, angry, pointed at Ye Rong and barked, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Whether it was a luxury car or not, as a security guard for the Lin famil…
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