“Puufuuu, hahahaha….”

Su Ran had no idea what brought this on and what Su Han meant by it all but she found Su Han’s deliberately mature attitude and the I-will-support-you very funny.

That reminded her when she visited a high school once in her previous life and saw kids around Su Han’s age.

“This?” Su Ran lifted her hand reflexively and touched the pronounced scar on her forehead.

In the original novel, this scar was a “souvenir” that “Su Ran” got when she was retired from the book.

It was also in original owner’s memory as well.

“Su Ran” was also drugged by then but was still somewhat conscious of what was going on. She was being dragged by a group of people. She tried as hard as she could to struggle free but finally failed.

As soon as the two had gotten home, Su Ran immediately launched into picture-editing mode on her cellphone.

“What are you doing?” Watching Su Ran being so focused on staring at her cellphone screen and poking at it like a mad woman with a with-the-exception-of-a-tsunami-do-not-bother-me look, Su Han finally couldn’t help but asked in a low voice.

Su Ran: Huh? Did her son just say something to her?

“The first one, you say? Okay. The first one it is then.”

“Wait.” Su Han suddenly asked a very pragmatic question. “Do we have enough money for it?”

“I think so. I asked them to give me a quote for a unit on the 17th floor and, um, this is the amount.”

“17th?” A beam of light flashed through Su Han’s eyes and he mumbled.