as a little hoarse from being sick, it was still very clear and beautiful.Someone once suggested that she participate in singing competitions, perhaps getting selected as a name, but Lin Jinran's aspi...Divorce.

Saying is easy, doing it seems not to be that simple.

Thinking about divorcing Fu Mo'han, Lin Jinran inexplicably felt a strange discomfort in her heart.

She shook her head. No matter what, the divorce had to happen!

After leaving the hospital, Lin Jinran planned to return to Fu's house, but halfway there, she received Jiang Yu's contact information and wanted to invite her for coffee.

This sudden invitation surprised Lin Jinyan quite a bit.

Whether it's company matters or personal ones, there isn't much connection between the two people.

Lin Jinran politely declined, and Jiang Yu didn't pester her any further.

As she put the phone back into its case, her fingertip accidentally brushed against something sharp inside. Lin Jinyan retracted her finger with a wince, feeling a strange urge to open the case wider. Inside, nestled among the other items, was a card.

Taking out the card, Lin Jinran was slightly stunned.

This card was given to her by Ji Yun Ting last time, which covered the cost of materials and production fees purchased from her by a customer.

This thing has been sitting in my bag for so long, I almost forgot about it.

Holding the card in her hand, Lin Jinran looked around and discovered an ATM not far away. She walked over to it.

Insert the card, input the password, and patiently wait.

Three seconds later, the amount in the card was displayed on the screen. Lin Jinran stared dumbfounded at the string of zeros.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down, and silently counted, five hundred thousand!

Just to be safe, I counted again, and it was indeed five hundred thousand.

A suit, with material and labor costs totaling 500,000, isn't that too expensive

There's no way, maybe it was a typo. The customer might have wanted to pay 50,000 and added an extra zero

Lin Jinran hurriedly picked up his phone and dialed Ji Yun Ting's number, but no one answered.

I dialed again, but still no one answered.

Lin Jinran twisted her delicate brows and thought for a moment, then decisively decided to go to Ji Yun Ting's house. Just in case she really made a mistake, it would be better to return the card directly.

Without hesitation, he went straight to Ji Yun Ting's residence.

Usually at this time, Ji Yunting would be working at home and rarely going out. On the way, Lin Jinran sent him a text message, telling him that she would be there in a while.

Without waiting for Ji Yun Ting's reply, Lin Jin Ran didn't mind and still let the driver drive to Ji Yun Ting's house.

After getting off the car, Lin Jinran ran to the door and pounded on it repeatedly.

The door was closed.

Not at home

Lin Jinran dialed Ji Yun Ting's phone again, the faint ringing proving that the phone was definitely on.

Could it be that Ji Yunting is in trouble again

Lin Jinran's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even bother knocking. His fingers flew across the keypad, pressing in the code as quickly as possible.

"Creak." The door opened.

The instant the door opened, I heard Ji Yun Ting's voice from inside his room, "What is going on"

"Ji Yun Ting, are you alright" Lin Jin Ran pushed open the door, his gaze fell on the messy corridor, and he was stunned.

A pile of men's clothing, pants and shirts alike, was strewn from the doorway all the way to the sofa in the living room.

The forest is dyed in a single moment, could it be that Ji Yun Ting has returned with people

Just as I was thinking, the bedroom door opened and a mess of hair, wearing slippers, loose shorts, and a tank top, Ji Yun Ting walked out, quickly closing the door again.

He looked like he had just woken up. Seeing his pants still on the floor, a flush of awkwardness crossed his handsome face as he quickly bent down to pick them up one by one.

To avoid embarrassment, I picked it up while asking, "How did you get here"

Still standing at the door, Lin Jinran had no intention of going in. His gaze unconsciously glanced at the closed bedroom door, "I wanted to talk to you about something. I texted and called you, but you never replied. I thought something might have happened to you. Are you free now" at her, displeased. "He's your father! What if he's really sentenced""The person hit wasn't killed, just lightly injured. They'll be in the hospital for a few days at most and won't face any jail tim...