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Ou Lin sneered, then picked up a cup of wine.

"What does it have to do with you?" I didn't want to continue the conversation with her. It was difficult for me to stay quietly for a while, so I didn't think of anything. However, I was disturbed by her, causing me to be in an extremely bad mood.

"What's the matter?"

"Yes."

There was no superfluous words, and no question of why, which seemed to me, on the contrary, a very considerate thing, for I had nothing to say.

On the way home, I thought of Wang Sicheng, so I took a taxi to look for him. As expected, the business in the store was much better. After entering the store, I saw that Wang Sicheng was holding onto his cheeks and thinking about something, so I walked forward and snapped my fingers.

"Tomorrow."

Wang Sicheng saw that I was in a trance for a while, and quickly calmed myself down. I suddenly realised that when Long Zijin said that two days ago was the day of celebration, Wang Sicheng must have gone to see the embroidery. Then what is his relationship with the brocade, and the reason why he trusts me so much is also because of the brocade.

"Here, you finally came. I thought you were angry with me." Wang Sicheng was a very cheerful person, at first I thought he was a depressed person, but later I found out that he was very humorous in life.

"What did you disappear for two days for?" Even though I already knew he was going to see the embroidery, I couldn't help but want to know more. I was wondering what kind of girl she was. Wang Sicheng looked at the tumorrow, and after looking at it for a long time without saying anything, he suddenly realised that he might have asked someone else about this, since Embroidery had already died many years ago.

"To see a friend." Wang Sicheng's dejected look reminded me of Long Zijin. I thought she was a very happy person, and I sometimes wondered what she looked like. She must be an angel.

We did not continue with this topic and instead started to chat about Bai Ze. We also didn't know where Bai Ze had gone to recently, and there were even a little bit of him. Originally, Wang Sicheng had known Bai Ze and Long Zijin for a long time, and Bai Ze was just his name that came from the outside. When he was used to calling people by that, everyone would accept his name.

Wang Sicheng and Bai Ze had known each other when they were in school. At that time, Bai Ze was Wang Sicheng's direct junior, and the two of them were originally very good friends. However, due to some matters later on, Wang Sicheng and Bai Ze had distanced themselves from each other. Wang Sicheng's situation was not that grand and illustrious, it was also an aristocratic family with a scholarly air. Last time, although Bai Ze came to the shop to help out, he did not reveal the relationship that he had with Wang Sicheng.

Speak of the devil, the devil has arrived! Gu Yan was indeed determined to kill himself sometimes, so Bai Ze pushed open the shop's door, and was obviously stunned when he saw Wang Sicheng and I drinking together. Then, he pretended as if nothing had happened and came in to greet me.

"Yi Yi, you're here! You're back too! " Just like this, Bai Ze took the initiative to greet Wang Sicheng in front of me.

"Yes, what do you want?" They definitely did not feel good in each other's hearts. Someone who clearly knew that his brother had done something bad, someone who clearly knew that he had complained, did not attend class with him. So many years had passed, and the two of them were still like children, stubbornly refusing to let go of the past.

"I'm the same as Yi Yi." At the very least, when I said that, my voice was still normal. However, this isn't how it should be treated when it comes to my side.

"You actually went to find Ye Tong to anger me." Bai Ze's angry look was somewhat funny.

"I have my reasons!"

"Wa, oh ~" Wang Sicheng cried out strangely in agreement.

I was a little speechless. When I was with these two people, I felt that I was occasionally ridiculously childish. Wang Sicheng's agreement to it caused Bai Ze's expression to become a little unsightly. He didn't know if they were arguing because he was here, or if they were arguing because of some other reason.

It's just that the silent slaughter in my eyes made me feel a little tired.