1527: But You Have to Be Demeanor Even If You Love Money

But You Have to Be Demeanor Even If You Love Money

Wen Shan was satisfied and continued to eat with a smile.0

It was already night by the time they finished at the restaurant.

Early November marked the beginning of winter in B City. Wen Shan was wearing thick clothes since she got cold easily.

Nalan Chunbo put her cold hands in his pocket as they walked back to the campus.

"Brother Gu is quite a rigid person. I don't think he will accept your theory of a black hole existing in a parallel universe," Wen Shan insisted.

"Does Spiderman exist? Does King Kong exist? Does Black Panther exist? How many of the American blockbusters truly exist in this world? They still decided to produce those movies and they did very well in the market." Nalan Chunbo looked down at Wen Shan and pointed out.

Wen Shan rolled her eyes, unable to argue with what Nalan Chunbo had said.

Wen Shan's phone suddenly rang as they were discussing parallel universes after they had crossed the road. She quickly pulled her hand out of his pocket and took out her phone. "Le Tian?"

"Shanzi, where are you? Hurry up and come to my house. There are a ton of reporters lurking outside my door, I'm so annoyed." Le Tian's impatient voice came through the phone.

Wen Shan looked up at Nalan Chanbo who was waiting for her to finish the call. "Le Tian said that her place is surrounded by reporters. I have to go and save her."

Ding Junqi had just entered her house. How could it not be locked? But why was Ding Junqi doing this?

Le Tian stared at the door which had been knocked on for a while. She had already complained to the landlord but he still had not arrived.

Le Tian was annoyed. She found Ding Junqi's phone number and called him. He had given her his number when she was tutoring Ding Yuejia.

The call was picked up after three rings. The man's voice was faint and she could even picture his expression.

"What is the meaning of this, Mr. Ding?" Le Tian growled furiously.

Ding Junqi was watching the news at the time. That little devil Ding Yuejia was waiting for an opportunity to run away from home again but his father had been monitoring him.

"Ms. Le may not understand but in our industry, the greater the exposure, the more valuable the information is. Especially when it comes to me. The biggest question in everyone's mind is who Ding Yuejia's mother is. After all, everyone likes money," Ding Junqi drawled smugly. He leaned back against the sofa and looked at his son who was sitting on his small suitcase and glaring at him. His dark eyes were unreadable.

Le Tian felt like Ding Junqi was mocking her.

"Everyone loves money, but you should still be honorable when it comes down to it. I don't even work in your industry, why would you use me to hype your name?" Le Tian said through gritted teeth.

"Honorable?" Ding Junqi was playing with a ring in his hand. The corners of his lips curved at the irony. "Even you—"

"Take me to Le Tian now. Hurry up. If not, I don't want you as my father." Ding Yuejia left his small suitcase and clambered onto Ding Junqi, trying to snatch the phone from his father.

Ding Junqi looked at the ended call but did not get angry.

Le Tian frowned and looked at the phone in her hand. What was he going to say?

Ding Junqi let his son sit on his lap sulkily, then scoffed, "She doesn't want you around. Why do you insist on going back to her?"

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