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The phone rang for the third time. Wen Jin blinked in tacit understanding.

After the bell rang three times, Liang Zhe unwillingly picked up the phone.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The deep voice was mixed with a hint of displeasure.

Liang Zhe swept a glance at his friends and stood up. He walked to the window and looked down at the night sky of the city from a high vantage point.

There was no sound from the phone.

Liang Zhe had to ask again, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

He actually wanted to ask if she was sick again, but when he thought about it, it felt like he cared more about that woman, so he changed his mind.

The people behind him were still jeering at them. Liang Zhe shot them a displeased glance, causing them to shut their mouths in displeasure.

The phone was still completely silent. Just when Liang Zhe's patience was about to run out, a voice finally came from the phone:

And under the corrugated columns,

Between dream and nothingness,

Sound of your name

In my sleepless hour.

Your long red hair,

It was the lightning of summer,

With the power of sweet rape

Up and down the back of the night.

The dark waters of the dream

in the middle of the rubble,

from the void that makes you:

The painful braid had been forgotten.

The wet shore in the night,

Slapping a piece across

The ocean in his dreamland was nowhere to be seen.

Liang Zhaoshan had never heard Xu Wen speak to him in such a voice. The tone was gentle and full of emotion. There was a cautious, probing tone to it, and a worry about the gains and losses hidden within.

It wasn't soft and gentle, nor did it carry a trembling echo. Instead, it caused the hearts of those who heard it to tremble as well.

For the first time, Liang questioned the online evaluation.

Who said that Xu Yi's acting skills were bad?

Even if her acting wasn't good, the power of this line was enough for her to eat this bowl of rice steadily.

Liang Zhe did his best to ignore his own abnormal heartbeat. He said coldly into his phone, "Xu Yi, you better remember what I said. Don't become someone I hate."

Don't try to cross that line over and over again. Don't often do things that don't exist and are easily misunderstood.

The girl's cautious voice came over the phone, "I'm sorry, Young Master Liang. I didn't mean anything else. I just thought this poem was very beautiful, so I read it to you. Good night."

The phone was quickly hung up, as if the other party was worried that he would get angry.

Liang Zhe stared at the phone that had been hung up. In his heart, he did not believe in such a clumsy excuse.

This poem was indeed very beautiful, but was it necessary to make a phone call and read it to him?

Wen Jin noticed that something was wrong with his expression. She walked over and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Liang Zhaoshan shook his head, not wanting to talk to him.

Wen Jin was used to his style, so she wasn't angry. She only patted his hand and said, "If you are so heartless, then this little girl's love will be easily extinguished."

"If it was so easy to extinguish it, it wouldn't be considered as much of a love." Liang Zhe said coldly.

Wen Gui spread out her hands helplessly. "You have to have a good understanding of yourself. If you kick a metal board, it doesn't matter. If you kick a nail board, everyone will have to retreat."

"You are the nail on the head, you are the one who was poisoned."

Wen Jin: "... "You're so childish."

He turned around and returned to his original position to continue playing poker. However, he still had a bit of absent-mindedness and forced himself to do it for another ten minutes, so he couldn't hold it in any longer. He threw down the poker cards in his hands and grabbed the clothes on the sofa, leaving behind a sentence, "You guys can play, I'm leaving."

He then pushed open the door and left. The few people behind him called out to him, but he didn't respond. Wen Jin stopped everyone, "Don't worry about him, we'll play with us."

"Eh, we still haven't talked about proper matters yet, how did he leave? If it wasn't for me saying so, does our Young Master Liang have a crush on that little star?" "Putting everything else aside, she is truly an extraordinary woman. With her face, chest, two legs and waist, not to mention Young Master Liang, even I can see that …"

The poker card in Wen Jin's hand was thrown at his opponent's face. "Rong Er, you're really courting death."

"How is this courting death? It's not like I'm really trying to sleep with that little star." After coming into contact with the disdainful gazes of the crowd, he finally realized what had happened. He immediately felt that he had lost face, so he slapped the table and hooted at Wen Jin. "Young Master Wen, that's not right. We're all similar in origin, why are you and Liang Zhaoshan even nobler than the others?"

"Just based on the fact that you're the ones begging for me to form a team, it's you, Rongzi, who asks for a bowl of rice from Liang Zhensheng."

When Rong Er heard Wen Jin's words, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He immediately retorted, "What? Doing business is a matter of cooperation and mutual benefit. How come this person has so many grades?"

Wen Jin put her legs on the table and very impolitely said, "You're really right, people are divided into different grades."

The others secretly hated Rong Er for not holding back, but they did not dare to blame him for being too arrogant. They hurriedly tried to smooth things over, and there were even some smart people who directly pushed Rong Er out of the door to prevent him from continuing to speak nonsense.

Compared to families like Wen Jin and Liang Zhaoshan, his was much worse. He would usually wag his tail in front of Liang Zhaojian and Wen Jin, and since he dared not say anything today, he was afraid to do so. However, Wen Jin made him disgrace her on the spot, so he felt that he had lost a lot of face and continued to clamor, "It's just a little Qing Er. So what if he's Liang Zhenjian's woman, even if I say it out loud, even if he's asleep, so what?"

In this circle, swapping lovers was simply a normal game. In the eyes of these princes, there was no true respect for women, especially for those girls who seemed to have come for their money.

"You can try."

A low and deep voice rang out at the end of the corridor, so cold that it caused one's scalp to go numb. Rong Er shuddered and hurriedly looked over to where the voice had come from, only to see that Liang Zishan, who should have left earlier, had returned at an unknown time.

He called out, "Young Master Liang."

Wen Jin opened the door to the room, and upon seeing Liang Zhen's approaching figure, she asked with a frown, "Why are you back?"

"You haven't said what you need to say today?"

Liang Zhe had always been unwilling to socialize, and today he had indeed come out because Wen Jing had told him that they had something to discuss with him and did not want to meet again in the near future. Thus, he had come back to finish the discussion.

Rong Er was already scared silly, all he could do was watch as Liang Zhe walked over to him.