At a glance, I saw that her novel "Flying Against the Wind" was ceremoniously placed in a small grid on the bookshelf.
The entire cubicle is very air-conditioned. Except for the decorative wood carvings on one side, there is only a semi-old iron box on the right side.
Her book?!
Chu Xiaochen subconsciously stretched out his fingers. Just as his fingers touched the spine of the book "Flying Against the Wind", there was a sudden soft knock on the door behind him.
Chu Xiaochen panicked and hurriedly put the book back to its original place. The book suddenly fell down and knocked over a decorative wooden sculpture placed next to it. She hurriedly went to help it.
He held on to the wooden sculpture until he knocked the old iron box down.
With a clang, the iron box fell to the floor. The box fell, and the large pile of postcards inside scattered.
Chu Xiaochen glanced at Zhuo Ran who walked in, and hurriedly knelt down to collect the postcards on the ground.
"I'm so sorry, I...I shouldn't have touched your things!"
Zhuo Ran hurriedly came over, knelt down, and collected it with her.
"It doesn't matter."
Putting away all the postcards on the ground, Chu Xiaochen carefully took the postcards and boxes and put them on the table, then stretched out his hand to take the postcards Zhuo Ran picked up.
"Your hands are inconvenient, let me take care of it."
At this time, Chen Chong happened to walk in with a cup of tea. He looked at the two of them through the half-open door, smiled ambiguously, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
"I prepared some tea for you two."
Putting the tea on the coffee table, Chen Chong winked at Zhuo Ran and exited the door again. Zhuo Ran walked over, gently opened the door and took a look outside to make sure that Chen Chong was not eavesdropping outside before walking back again.
Returning to Chu Xiaochen's side, Zhuo Ran immediately lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Chen, I'm sorry... Chen Chong did not discuss this matter with me. Don't worry, I will find a way to send you away."
Chu Xiaochen carefully sorted out the postcards in her hands, and frowned slightly when she saw the writing on a turned-over postcard.
She has been studying calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and has always had a unique eye for calligraphy. When she saw the handwriting on the back of the postcard, she immediately felt that the fonts looked familiar, as if... she had seen them somewhere.
"Chen Chong brought you here forcefully this time because he wanted me to convince you to divorce Luo Jun. They wanted to use the Imperial Vision shares you could get to target the Leng family." Zhuo Ran's eyes fell on the postcard in her hand.
, "This time, they are really desperate. After leaving here, you should leave Hong Kong immediately. I am worried that they will be detrimental to you."
In his hand, there was another postcard turned to the back, and Chu Xiaochen's eyes fell on the writing on the postcard again.
Seeing the powerful word "come on", her eyebrows jumped sharply.
"Teacher Zhuo!" Chu Xiaochen suddenly raised his face, "Can I ask you a question?"
"What's the problem?" Zhuoran asked confused.
Chu Xiaochen asked seriously, "Who sent these postcards to you?"
Zhuoran put some of the postcards she had compiled into the iron box, "You may not believe it, and I don't know who the other person is. I have been looking for him all these years. Without him, I would not be where I am today.
He is not only my benefactor, but also my spiritual mentor."
He had never told anyone about this matter, but this time, in front of Chu Xiaochen, Zhuo Ran unconsciously said what he had hidden in his heart for many years.
