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Chapter 37 - 37 037 DNA has changed
Chapter 37 - 37 037 DNA has changed
?37: 037 DNA has changed 37: 037 DNA has changed “Your sister’s cellphone number?”
As soon as the words fell, Xia Yourong was stunned for a good half minute, still unable to believe what she had heard.
Her sister’s cellphone number?
Jiang Xuan made her stay in the car just to get her sister’s cellphone number?
Impossible, right?
But if the ‘your sister’ Jiang Xuan was talking about wasn’t Xia Ye, could it be that he was swearing?
Xia Yourong’s expression became uncontrollably blank, as if the blow was too much for her.
It was not until the man’s patience drained away and the corners of his beautiful eyes drooped that Xia Yourong managed to find her voice again, “Uncle Jiang, why don’t you ask for my sister’s number yourself?”
She sounded quite aggrieved.
Jiang Xuan sighed lightly, not caring at all about his thousand-year ice mountain persona, “I’m afraid she won’t give it to me.”
The more nonchalant he seemed, the more Xia Yourong felt like going mad.
Xia Ye wouldn’t give it?
What a joke!
Knowing that Master Jiang wanted her number, she would definitely be over the moon!
Men really don’t have the ability to discern!
Xia Yourong clenched the phone in her hand.
Since Master Jiang had already asked, it would be rude of her to refuse, so she reluctantly found Xia Ye’s number that was saved on her mobile by her mother.
She read it out while stealthily peeking at Jiang Xuan’s phone screen.
Jiang Xuan followed her and stored the string of digits in his contacts.
189****…
On the last digit, she deliberately got it wrong.
Xia Ye’s phone’s last number was “8,” but she said “4.”
— ‘I won’t let my sister get smug!’
— ‘Later on, Master Jiang will only think he misheard ‘8’ as ‘4’ and won’t know I did it on purpose~’
Xia Yourong felt more and more proud of herself, but the next second, she saw Jiang Xuan’s fingers pause, and then on the last digit… he entered the number ‘8’!
“?!”
Xia Yourong felt like a needle pricked her eyes.
He’d actually corrected her intentional mistake??
Jiang Xuan leisurely hit save, locked his phone, slipped it into his suit pocket, then crossed his long legs and shifted his position, his expression somewhat teasing, “What’s wrong?
The number you just said… wasn’t it ‘8’?”
Xia Yourong’s face bore an incredulous look, but unable to contradict herself, she stutteringly replied, “Yes, yes it is…”
But she had clearly said ‘4’, right?
She couldn’t possibly mix up something that happened just a second ago, could she?
Xia Yourong’s meticulously crafted ladylike expression finally cracked, and for some reason, she thought she could see contempt in Jiang Xuan’s eyes, as if he could see right through what she had just been thinking.
“There’s, there’s a rehearsal at school, I need to go.”
She bit her lower lip awkwardly, trying her best to mask the shame of being exposed, and hurriedly exited the car with her head down…
School hadn’t officially started yet and Beijing No.1 Middle School’s campus was extremely tranquil, apart from the students and teachers preparing for the opening ceremony rehearsal, there were hardly any people around.
While the students were still enjoying the last few days of their winter break, on the 6th floor of the administrative building, in the austere atmosphere of the principal’s office, Principal Tian Hanwen, who was meticulous and even a bit old-fashioned and strict about academics, was already starting to work.
His assistant Xiaofeng had just brought in a document from the Education Commission and before leaving the room, he gave another look at the old principal, who had devoted most of his life to the school.
In his memory, he had almost never seen the principal smile.
Sometimes he really wished the principal wouldn’t be so serious all the time and could relax a bit.
So he wouldn’t end up like he was right now…
The principal’s white hair could be found on the desk, on the paperwork, on the collar of his shirt, but not on his head!
Xiaofeng shook his head and carefully closed the office door behind him.
He was afraid that if there was a strong breeze outside, the principal’s hair might scatter like dandelion seeds.
A puff and it would be gone…
Tian Hanwen sat up straight, continuing to work hard for Beijing No.1 Middle School.
He didn’t feel tired at all.
To make it the best school in the country.
That was a promise he once made to someone.
As he recalled the past, the door was suddenly pushed open without warning, and then someone called his name.
“Tian Hanwen—”
The voice was young, cool in tone, and tinged with mockery.
Familiar yet nostalgic.
Tian Hanwen was startled.
His DNA stirred.