The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities-Chapter 144 - Bounty Order 0144

Chapter 144: Bounty Order 0144

Chapter 144: Bounty Order 0144

[An Yi: Boss, did you message us this early just to check on our homework?]

[An Yi: No, Boss isn’t as boring as you say, she’s just too free.]

[An Yi: I think, Boss wants to recommend the New Chinese Dictionary to us.]

[An Yi: Why? Is Boss short on cash?]

[An Yi: Boss could lack anything but definitely not money, okay? Are you stupid?]

[An Yi: Boss probably thinks you lack brains and wants you to learn a few more characters.]

[An Yi: Damn, you’re the one who lacks brains, I may be short on cash but never short on brains okay?]

At this moment.

Elsewhere, An Yi disdainfully curled his lip, this bunch of idiots, it’s not just brains they lack, but even a mind altogether.

[An Yi: You don’t lack brains, but you dare to talk nonsense about Boss right in front of her?]

In an instant, everyone remembered that Su Ran was still in the chat, throwing them into disarray.

Su Ran’s eyelid twitched, somewhat speechless; indeed, quite lacking in brains.

However.

The next second!

The phone kept ringing non-stop.

[An Yi has left the chat group.]

[An Yi has left the chat group.]

[An Yi has left the chat group.]

[An Yi has left the chat group.]

…

Su Ran: “…”

Where did these idiots come from?

Five minutes later.

All the people who had just fled were dragged back into the group without exception.

[R: On to serious matters, An Yi, issue a Bounty Order in the circle.]

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When it came to serious topics, everyone became solemn.

[An Yi: Understood, boss.]

[An Yi: Boss, which family are we dealing with this time?]

Su Ran raised an eyebrow, starting to type.

[R: The Xu family in Yong City.]

In the group, there was a brief moment of stun.

[An Yi: Is there a Xu family in Yong City?]

[An Yi: The Xu family that does textiles?]

[R: Yeah.]

[An Yi: Boss, does the Xu family warrant a special Bounty Order? Or do you have too much money with nowhere to spend it?]

Su Ran’s eyelid twitched, had she not asserted her authority in a while?

[An Yi: Boss, what are we investigating?]

[R: Everything, down to the smallest detail.]

[An Yi: Got it, we’re to look into everything, from what their ancestors eighteen generations back were named, all of it.]

[An Yi: Weren’t their ancestors eighteen generations back all supposed to be surnamed Xu?]

“…”

Looking at some of the brain-dead conversation in the group, Su Ran tugged at her lip.

For a moment, her red lips slightly curled up.

In the end.

[R: Get familiar with the Three Hundred Tang Poems, it’s going to be in the performance review, there will be a test.]

The group was silent for a second, then exploded like a volcano.

Su Ran watched the incessant flashing of messages in the group; in less than a minute, it reached 99+.

She smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened, and turned off her phone.

Su Ran sat lazily on the sofa, stretched, and glanced at the time on the wall, about to make breakfast, when the doorbell rang.

She was slightly taken aback, stood up, and went to open the door.

Outside.

Fu Qiyuan stood in a crisp suit, with a casual and relaxed posture at the door, his demeanor carelessly revealing a hint of coldness.

But the instant he saw her, the stark coldness, like the chill of the lonely moon, was replaced by warmth and softness.

In the man’s hand, there was also a bouquet of blazing red roses.

“Good morning.”

His voice was low and magnetic, tinged with a bit of pleasure.

“You…”

Su Ran looked up, meeting his unabashed gaze.

She realized, the man really seemed to be following the process exactly as she’d suggested.

For a moment, she felt like laughing.

The almighty person in charge of the Fu Consortium, a god-like figure in the eyes of the outside world, apparently had really never pursued anyone before.

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PS: There doesn’t seem to be such a prompt on WeChat now, it’s just for the story, my dearies, don’t scrutinize it too much ha!