The next second, Nalan Ye Jue said into the phone, "Have the satellite monitoring center ready, I'll personally go check it out within ten minutes."
Checking, checking, checking satellites?
Wu Zhiming looked dumbfounded.
He had never been able to guess this Young Master Mr. Emperor's train of thought!
Now isn't the time to discuss whether Miss Qin is mentally ill, what's the use of checking satellites?
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Royal Academy.
Cafeteria bathroom.
Qin Xin stared at the mirror for a long time.
The dark green birthmark on her forehead had somehow resurfaced.
She had clearly removed all the toxins from Lan Qingxin's body, restoring Lan Qingxin's original beauty, so why did the dark green birthmark appear again?
But fortunately, her complexion hadn't changed, still snow white like before, not as sallow yellow as Lan Qingxin used to be.
A splash of dark green amidst the snow white was actually quite distinctive.
She smiled at the mirror, "Little Qingxin, we really are destined."
