Miss Little Crayon

Chapter 660: 660: Mr. Song Plays Shifting Flower and Wood


Chapter 660: Chapter 660: Mr. Song Plays Shifting Flower and Wood


Although she was mentally prepared, when she saw the investigation results and realized that Ethan was really just a thug in Las Vegas, she couldn’t remain indifferent.


After all, in her previous life, she had regarded Ethan as her only friend.


Jingtian hopped off the chair and came over, circling Tang Li to see what was on the cellphone.


Seeing Ethan’s photo, he muttered, “What’s so good about a foreigner,” and then reached out to snatch the cellphone.


Tang Li didn’t give the cellphone to Jingtian, thinking of Ethan, she couldn’t help but ask him, “What would you do if one day you found out that a friend whom you sincerely treated deceived you and might have teamed up with people who always bully you to give you trouble?”


“What would I do?” Jingtian, unable to reach the cellphone, slanted his eyes and glared at her, “Dare to deceive me, I won’t kill him, how else would our Old Song’s family regain our ground.”


“With your little physique, you think you can beat others?”


Jingtian pouted, “I have Old Ji backing me up, who do I need to fear?”


“…”


“If Old Ji can’t handle it, I still have my big brother.”


Mentioning his own big brother, Jingtian raised his eyebrows, his proud look almost flying: “Don’t think my big brother looks all righteous, if he ever starts hitting someone, he’s really fierce.”


Tang Li: “Is righteous what you mean?”


“It’s elegant and graceful then.”


The little guy suddenly realized something, looked towards Tang Li, “Did your friend deceive you again?”


Tang Li was about to deny it, but Jingtian hummed, “Really troublesome!”


“…”


Tang Li was invited to stay for dinner at Tan Palace.


At the dinner table, there are some things Xiao Minglan likes to do personally.


Just as Tang Li finished setting up the chopsticks for Xiao Minglan, Song Baiyan also arrived at the dining room, the difference between the first and second floors is the difference between work and personal areas.


After dinner, Tang Li sat for a while and then took her leave.


Xiao Minglan arranged for a car to send her off.


Song Baiyan was sitting on the living room sofa, and had no objections to this arrangement. Aunt Min escorted Tang Li downstairs, and the driver had already parked the car at the south side gate of Tan Palace.


Aunt Min watched the sedan drive out of the South Gate and turn before she turned to go back inside.


Tang Li sat in the back of the sedan, looked at her cellphone, and then told the driver the address of the school, she didn’t plan to return to the Lai Family tonight.


The sedan hadn’t gone far when it stopped on the roadside.


Tang Li cast a puzzled look.


Through the windshield, she saw someone had stopped the car.


The person quickly walked up to the driver’s side door, and as the driver rolled down the window, the person leaned down, resting their hands on the roof and talked to the driver. Even though the night light was dim, Tang Li recognized it was Ji Ming.


The security chief personally seeing off a guest, the driver had no reason to refuse.


The driver got out of the car, and Ji Ming sat in the driver’s seat.


To Tang Li, it didn’t matter who drove her back; it didn’t always have to be Ji Ming.


Ji Ming seemed to know her thoughts, turned his head to explain, “Miss Tang, please wait a moment, sir will be here after arranging things.”


About 10 minutes later, the rear car door was pulled open with a swoosh.


In the sedan, Tang Li turned on the interior light.


A wave of summer night heat rushed in, driving out the chill inside the car.


Tang Li looked at the man who appeared in the car, more startled than happy, clearly when in the living room, this man had shown no emotion, but now, he was already sitting beside her.


For a moment, Tang Li acted like a wooden puppet in the car.


Song Baiyan laughed silently, then asked her, “You don’t recognize me in just a short moment?”


“… No.”


Saying that, Tang Li glanced at him, “Shifting flower and wood, I know.”