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"Hello?"

Xi Ze picked up the phone. A few seconds later, Song Qinghuan saw him frown and said, "I know, I'll go over right away."

Seeing him hang up, Song Qinghuan said: "If you have urgent matters to attend to, then go and busy yourself. I'll take a taxi back later."

Xi Ze held onto his phone. He was worried about leaving Song Qinghuan here alone.

"The call is from Fang Haoyang." Xi Ze looked at Song Qinghuan and said.

Song Qinghuan blinked. To Xi Ze, it had only been two weeks since he graduated from high school, but to her, it had already been a lifetime. She had really forgotten who this Fang Haoyang was.

"You really can't remember anything other than the tune." Caesar's tone was somewhat helpless, "It's that tall guy who often plays basketball with me."

"Oh ~" Song Qinghuan acted as if she remembered something, but in reality, she did not recall it. After all, it had been too long.

Caesar said: "Didn't I go with you to help Auntie get the jewelry? I originally planned to play basketball with Fang Haoyang and his gang that day, but after that I didn't go, and I don't know how they did it. Just playing basketball can actually send people into the hospital, and they even entered a critical state."

Song Qinghuan's body suddenly stiffened. In her previous life, Xi Ze went out to play basketball and never came back. However, she did not know what happened at the basketball court.

Later on, it was only when Song Shuyao had said that her mouth had leaked the information that she found out about the incident that day at the basketball court.

Back then, Song Shuyao had ridiculed her for not having a backer. It was because of this case that the Xi Family secretly sent Xi Ze out of the country.

But that day, when Song Qinghuan was reborn, the butterfly wings flapped and even Xi Ze's fate changed.

"The victim's parents are making a ruckus in the hospital right now. I'm going to make a trip to the hospital. I'll take you home. " Caesar said in a tone of agreement.

Thinking of what had happened in her previous life, Song Qinghuan nodded without hesitation: "Alright."

The driver of Caesar's car had already driven over. After getting on the car, Caesar directly told the driver to go to his grandfather's private hospital.

When Song Qinghuan returned from the hospital, the house was bustling with noise and excitement. Sure enough, everyone was there.

Song Qinghuan politely greeted him. While she was standing at the entrance, she received a call from Xi Ze. Looking at the Song Family members in the living room, Song Qinghuan used her shoes to press the hands-free button.

On the other end of the phone, Caesar shouted in excitement, "Huanhuan! "You passed the exam!"

Song Qinghuan glanced at Song Shuyao who was staring at her and said: "What? The results of the college entrance exam are out? "

There were two examinees in the Song Family, so even the family that was talking stopped talking and looked towards Song Qinghuan.

"Right, let my dad have someone investigate ahead of time," Xi Ze smiled and said, "You've been accepted into the Star Hanshan Music Academy and have become a top student of mine."

Xing Han Academy of Music was a world-famous first-rate institution in the country. It was known as the Holy Land of Musicians' Cradle. In her previous life, Song Shuyao had replaced her to enter this institution.

Thus, in the quiet living room, the Song family members all heard Xi Ze's words.

Song Qing changed into a pair of shoes and entered the house. After hanging up, Song Mingxiu, the eldest son of the Song Family put down his phone and said to everyone, "I've sent someone to check up on you just now. Huanhuan has been accepted into Xing Han city. Congratulations."

Once Granny Song heard this, she waved her hand at Song Qinghuan, who sat down beside the old man. The old lady stroked her head and smiled as she praised, "Our Huanhuan is really amazing."

Song Shuyao, who was eating fruit, stopped what she was doing. No one knew better than her just how powerful she was.

Even though she and Song Qinghuan had both learned from the same teacher since they were young, her thoughts were not on learning.

Song Mingxiu was 22 years old this year, four years older than Song Qinghuan and Song Shuyao. She had started an internship in the Song family during her sophomore year, and after graduation, had directly entered the Song group as their current general manager.

He cast a sidelong glance at Song Shuyao, his tone had become somewhat colder as he said: "The overall score is only 269 points." The implication of his words was that he had failed the examination.

Song Qinghuan's result was like heaven and earth! It was like slapping their faces!

"Pah!"

The old lady was so angry that she slammed the table. Song Shuyao looked at her mother for help. When she realized that her mother's expression wasn't good, she said with an expression as if she knew her own fault, "I, I was wrong."

"Now that you know you're wrong, what did you do?" The old lady angrily said, "Since young, I've invited so many teachers to teach you all. The results are clearly the same, but the results are like heaven and earth!"

Song Shuyao clenched her fist tightly. She was doing it again. No matter what she did, he would always use her as a comparison to Song Qinghuan. Every time, he would use her as a target to scold her.

Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes in silence. The reason why Caesar had called her was because she had communicated and hinted at him on the way back.

The sound of water splashing could be heard. Song Qinghuan was standing in front of the basin in her bedroom as she splashed some cold water on her face.

Raising her head once more, she gazed into the mirror, somewhat lost in thought. Her finger rested on the surface of the mirror. The girl in the mirror had a small, delicate, goose-like face. Because she had no expression, she seemed extremely aloof.

Song Qinghuan's eyebrows were not the popular red-faced Korean even eyebrows. Under her curved willow shaped eyebrows were a pair of eyes as bright as black pearls. Due to being immersed in water, they seemed to be flowing with light.

This was the eighteen year old Song Qinghuan.

The same age as the flower.

Song Qinghuan looked at herself in the mirror and made a smile. She then said to herself in the mirror, "Long time no see."

When she came out of the bathroom, Song Qinghuan had a head full of wet hair. While wiping her hair with a towel, she looked down at the text message on her phone.

Display on screen:

"China XX Bank" your ending number 7727 account 0614 16: 31 complete the transfer transaction RMB 1,000,000...

1 million. This was the amount of money that Xia Runan stole from selling the old lady's birthday present jewelry to frame her.

It was this message that caused Song Qinghuan to be indisputably accused of stealing in her previous life. She even foolishly used her innocence to give this one million to Xia Runan.

But now it was different. This amount of money was of great use to her.