The western restaurant outside the Royal Academy.
Qin Wenrou ate steak with a knife and fork, thinking about how she had already uncovered the secret of Qin Xin's blood type. All she needed now was evidence of the Qin Family selling blood to the Nalan Family, and she could use it to slap Qin Xin in the face. This thought filled her with satisfaction.
"Brother Jun, I heard you got first place in the written test today, that's amazing!" She looked across the table at Lan Yingjun, who couldn't even be bothered to pick up his knife and fork and had no interest in his steak, and praised exaggeratedly.
Lan Yingjun had no appetite at all. Hearing Qin Wenrou's compliment felt more like swallowing a fly: "If it weren't for Lan Qingxin, that ugly, we would have done even better."
Clearly, Qin Wenrou hadn't been to the auditorium today, so she didn't know about his embarrassing score of 59. Naturally, he blamed Lan Qingxin for it.
