Rebirth: National Crown Prince

Qianxu was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Well, I want to play professionally, and I want to join Xingyao."

Listening to the other party saying this in a firm tone, Wan Zexi chuckled softly: "If you want to enter Xingyao, then use all your strength and go all out. Xingyao is not just a cat or a dog. Come in casually.”

Because the other party couldn't see his expression, Qianxu's tone became much firmer: "I will use all my strength."

After hanging up the phone, Wan Zexi called Chu Jun.

Chu Jun: "Hello? What's wrong with Zexi?"

Wan Zexi: "Brother Chu, I know a friend in school. He is pretty good at Long Tu. Didn't someone named Ji Mingliu want to join Xingyao last time? It just so happens that these two people can participate in the team admission review together."

Chu Jun's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and it passed quickly, and he said: "Okay."

Chu Jun was relatively reassured about the people recommended by Wan Zexi.

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Wan Ling looked at the design drawings on the table and exclaimed: "Master, your long skirt design is so beautiful!"

"Can you please stop calling me Master?" Fu Liu frowned, feeling that it sounded strange.

"I'll call you, Master, Master, Master..."

Fu Liu twitched his mouth, come on, he should have known better than to be so soft-hearted and accept such a clever little guy.

"what ever."

Wan Ling stuck out her tongue playfully, and then she took out her phone and logged into her Weibo account that she hadn't logged in for a long time.

Wan Ling planned to call His Highness and give him a gift.

Who would have thought that Wan Ling turned to stone when he glanced at the hot search topic "Wan Zexi and His Highness announced their relationship"?

"Why are you so stunned? Why don't you go look at your drawings?" Fu Liu shouted impatiently.

Wan Ling's dull gaze shifted from the phone to Fu Liu, his expression dull.

Fu Liu frowned: "What did you see? It's like you have lost your soul."

Look at Fu Liu for one second, two seconds,

"Ahh——"

Fu Liu was about to get angry, but Wan Ling laughed ecstatically, "Oh my god, His Highness has caught up with my cousin so quickly, I can't believe it."

Wan Ling threw herself into Fu Liu's arms excitedly, not noticing that Fu Liu's body became very stiff the moment she jumped in.

Fu Liu: "..."

Looking at the pink little face in his arms, Fu Liu's new fire was extinguished inexplicably. It would be a shame for him to argue with a girl who was so much younger than him.

Seeing that the little girl hadn't realized what she was doing, Fu Liu had to cough and said, "Can you get up from me?"

"Ah?" Wan Ling was stunned at first. She subconsciously looked down and realized that she was actually in Fu Liu's arms. The smile on her face suddenly froze.

"Haha...haha..." Wan Ling smiled awkwardly and quickly got up from Fu Liu's arms.

Seeing the little girl in front of him hiding her embarrassment, Fu Liu narrowed his eyes slightly, completely different from her previous appearance.

Touching the scars on the little girl's face again, his eyes showed a touch of distress that he had never noticed.

"Do you like this long dress?" Fu Liu asked calmly.

This kind of Fu Liu doesn't look impatient and irritable like before, nor does he like to call himself "mother" like he did at work.

Wan Ling raised her eyes and looked at Fu Liu. Her eyes were a little dazed looking at Fu Liu like this. In fact, Fu Liu was very good-looking. He was a very mature good-looking person, the type that a handsome uncle should be. Except of course when he calls himself my mother.

"I like it." Wan Ling said honestly.