Chapter 684 - 684: Return to Jiangcheng

Before Xiao Feng had time to think, the other side quickly replied: "...I might have added the wrong person, just delete it."

The little girl hurriedly typed: "Don't delete it yet, clarify, who exactly are you?"

This time, the other side took a long time to reply.

The little girl got a bit anxious and quickly typed "Speak up" into the chat box.

Just before she could send it, the other side sent over a picture.

She opened it to find that it was an uncolored pen drawing of a flower blooming in the storm.

"This drawing is really ugly, not even as good as my doodles when I was five," the little girl commented.

But Xiao Feng already understood who it was.

He had seen this drawing before; it was Hua Ling's handiwork.

Seeing Xiao Feng's strange expression, the little girl asked: "Brother Xiao Feng, do you know who this person is?"

Xiao Feng didn't hide it and nodded, "Hua Ling."

"Hua Ling!" The little girl immediately stood up, furious: "She actually dared to use the same profile picture as me? This must be on purpose, definitely on purpose."

Finished speaking, she initiated a voice call. Once connected, she said: "Hua Ling, right? I'm Mu Shihan, please explain why you're using the exact same profile picture as me?"

Hua Ling curiously said: "Eh? Isn't this Xiao Feng's account?"

"Please answer my question directly," the little girl said sternly, "What do you mean by using the same profile picture as me?"

"I like Sailor Moon, what else could it mean?" Hua Ling said inexplicably: "You can like it, but others can't?"

After saying that, she added: "Just like how you like Xiao Feng, does that mean others can't like Xiao Feng as well?"

Xiao Feng furrowed his brows, how did this conversation suddenly involve him?

Also, didn't Hua Ling grow up in a monastery?

Where did she watch Sailor Moon?

Just as he was thinking, he heard the little girl angrily say: "Anyone can like Brother Xiao Feng, just not you!"

"Why?"

"Just because I've disliked you for a long time!"

"Haha, we only met a few days ago, right?"

The little girl gritted her teeth and said: "Stop nitpicking, right now, immediately, change your profile picture."

"What if I don't?" Hua Ling countered defiantly: "And you said I can't like Xiao Feng? Well, I'm telling you now, I like Xiao Feng, what are you going to do about it?"

"You can't like Brother Xiao Feng!" The little girl was frantic.

Hua Ling stubbornly said: "I do like him, and not only that, I'm planning to pursue him crazily, to make you mad, really mad!"

"You shouldn't be called Hua Ling; you should change your name to Crazy Flower instead," the little girl fumed.

"I won't change, won't change, won't change, definitely won't change! Name stays, profile picture stays, can you hit me through the screen?"

"Just wait, one day I'll hit you!"

For a moment, the two were like kindergarten kids quarreling, racking their brains to insult and attack each other, eventually resorting to repeating the same words over and over, the situation nearly spiraling out of control.

This lasted for ten minutes before the little girl coldly said: "Just wait, your account will be gone."

After hanging up, the little girl angrily ran to Lu Yao's side, grabbed her arm, and shook it, saying: "Sister Lu Yao, I'm so mad, hurry and hack her account."

"This... might not be right," Lu Yao hesitated.

The little girl's eyes immediately reddened, about to cry as she said: "Sister Lu Yao, if it's too hard for you, then forget it.

But seriously, you are going to lose this adorable little me."

"..." Lu Yao.

Even though she knew the little girl was partly faking it, Lu Yao still reluctantly agreed: "Fine, fine, I'll help you hack the account."

The little girl immediately got happy, gave Lu Yao a hug, and said: "Sister Lu Yao, you're the best, I really want to kiss you."

Lu Yao was speechless, but like Xiao Feng, she was already accustomed to the little girl's rapid mood changes.

"Brother Yan Huang, send me Hua Ling's WeChat ID," Lu Yao said to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng opened the friend information page, took a screenshot, and sent it to Lu Yao's phone.

Lu Yao searched via WeChat ID, only to find Hua Ling had changed her WeChat name to "Love Xiao Feng Most," and her personal signature was "Annoy Mu Shihan."

The little girl immediately covered her eyes: "Sister Lu Yao, I can't look at this, hurry and hack the account."

Lu Yao nodded, then clicked add friend, but got redirected to the search page.

"Hmm?"

Lu Yao furrowed her brows and searched the WeChat ID again, but found she couldn't find it anymore.

"No need to hack," Lu Yao said with a bitter smile.

The little girl removed her hands from her eyes and asked: "What happened?"

"Her account is 'gone,'" Lu Yao shrugged and said: "There are two possibilities for this. First, she changed her settings so she can add others, but others can't add her.

The second possibility is she directly canceled her account."

"Damn it!" The little girl was infuriated: "She's determined to fight me to the end."

The rest of the journey went smoothly without any further incidents.

Meanwhile, in Jiangcheng, Xiao Feng had long arranged with Wang Lubo to have someone ready. Once they crossed the Jiangxin Bridge, they parked directly, unloaded the boxes onto a small container, and transported them to Jinyue Garden.

By 2 PM, the group finally arrived in Jiangcheng.

As soon as Xiao Feng got off, he saw Wang Lubo "squeezing" out of a business car, waving: "Brother Feng, over here."

As he shouted, he ran towards Xiao Feng.

While running, he opened his arms as if he planned to give a hug.

Xiao Feng quickly reached out to stop him: "Bozai, it's only been a short time since we've seen each other, and you've gotten so fat?"

"Brother Feng, you're falsely accusing me," Wang Lubo said with a serious face: "I've been working out every day, my weight has dropped significantly, lost about twenty pounds."

For ordinary people, losing twenty pounds is noticeable, but for Wang Lubo at his size, you probably need to lose fifty pounds for it to be obvious.

Xiao Feng shook his head, deciding not to dwell on the topic of weight and asked: "How's it been lately?"

"Great, not just good, but really great!" Wang Lubo said brightly: "The earlier investment is basically profitable now.

If I go home again, my grandfather won't be scowling at me."

"Solved the thing with the stolen ginseng?" Xiao Feng asked.

"What the hell!"

Wang Lubo's eyes widened, then his expression collapsed: "Brother Feng, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten.

But, I've thought it through, at worst I'll find an excuse not to go home, delay as long as I can."

"Bozai, it's just a millennium-old ginseng, no need to be so pessimistic," Xiao Feng said leisurely: "I'll give you two, you can return them."

"Wha...what?" Wang Lubo doubted his ears.

Since when could a priceless millennium-old ginseng be prefixed with "just"?