The phone call was made by Old Mr. Grant’s security guard Jack, who briefly conveyed Old Mr. Grant’s words and then hung up sharply.


    Bruce held the phone for a while and didn’t say anything.


    Old Mr. Grant is very concerned about Lindsey’s examinations. Thepany has already contacted a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts to let them go to a banquet at the Royal Food ce in the evening.


    Lindsey may seem innocent, but she is still very proud at heart, and he really doesn’t want to use his family’s connections to do something that would make her unhappy. But Old Mr. Grant had already made up his mind, and he couldn’t refuse.


    He was hesitating how to talk to Lindsey when he heard her ask, “Who’s calling?”


    “Grandpa wants us to go to dinner at the Imperial Restaurant tonight. The guests are Professor Lee from the Academy of Fine Arts, and a few celebrities from the art world.” Bruceughed and confided, “Aren’t you taking the art exam, Grandpa probably wants to introduce you in advance.”


    “Looks like what Grandpa told mest time really wasn’t mentioned casually.” Lindsey copsed her face and muttered in a small voice, “Wouldn’t it be a shame if I failed the exam, this sad world.”


    Bruce saw her like this and felt amused for no reason: “You can do it, you can fight hooligans in martial arts, you can write well, you’re good at everything.”


    Lindsey threw a nk look at her in a bad mood. “What does this have to do with graduate school?”


    Bruceughed so hard that he would have gone crazy if Dr. Hunter hadn’t held him down.


    After the injection, Lindsey and Dr. Hunter talked about rehab, took her books and notebooks, and told the driver to prepare the car for ss.


    The ss was held not far from Grant Residence, and when she arrived, the instructor had not yet arrived, so Lindsey greeted her ssmates and took out her notes to read.


    As she was reading, she felt a tingling in her shoulder, followed by a woman’s voice of surprise: “Mrs. Grant? I can’t believe it’s really you!”


    Lindsey forced the corners of her lips apart and took a few seconds to recognize Irene, and after greeting her, she asked, seemingly offhandedly, “I haven’t seen Miss Tina in a while, how is she doing.”Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Irene sighed, “I don’t know, she hasn’t been in touch since she moved to the Century Uptown Hotel. How are you, it seems like I haven’t seen you for quite a while.”


    Century Uptown … Lindsey read the name of the hotel silently and exined with a light smile, “Had to go back home for something.”


    Irene saw that she didn’t seem to resent her, so she made some other small talk, carefully probing her rtionship with Bruce from time to time.


    Lindsey pretended not to know and kept herpany with a smile on her face. After talking for about five minutes, she saw that the teacher had entered the ssroom and politely stopped the conversation and sat down.


    Irene was not a student enrolled in the ss, so she didn’t want to stay, so she said sorry and turned around and left the ssroom.


    The morning ss was over, and Lindsey was thinking about Tina, so she got in her car and went back to Grant Residence.


    When she entered the door, she learned that Bruce was still doing training in the courtyard, so she thanked the maid and went straight to the training room. ording to Dr. Hunter’stest training program, Bruce’s daily training hours are two hours longer than before he went to Cloud Mountain.


    Lindsey was worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up, but he’s not only doing well, but he’s not as resistant as he was when he first arrived in B City.


    Pouring herself a ss of water, she walked over to him with a light footstep and joked with a smile, “Abs aren’t visible and biceps don’t seem to be strong enough.”


    Bruce wiped the sweat from his face, braced his hands on the stainless steel standing frame that aids in walking, and exhaled a tired breath, “Don’t worry, I’ll turn out the way everyone likes.”


    “What does everyone like?” Lindsey said, turning to push the wheelchair over: “Take a break, it’s time for lunchter.”


    “Skinny with clothes on, fleshy with clothes off.” Bruce heaved himself into the wheelchair and smiled meaningfully, “You said so yourselfst time I saw the show.”


    Lindseyughed: “My word is not holy.”


    Bruceughed as he pulled on his clothes, “I think so.”


    “Uh …” Lindsey flinched and simply pulled away, “Tina’s in Uptown Century.”


    Bruce subconsciously tilted his head to look at her, “How did you know that.”


    Lindsey helped him fix his cor and said with a smile, “Today in ss, I met your ssmate, what’s her name.”


    “Irene,” Bruce said, helping her out with the name, and asked, “Did she say anything else.”


    “No, I tried. It seems like Tina hasn’t had much contact with her since we went to Cloud Mountain.” Lindsey thought back on her conversation with Irene and shook her head definitively, “She didn’t even know we went back to Cloud Mountain or that I was still with The Grant family.”


    Bruce thoughtfully put on his jacket and didn’t answer.


    Bruce called Cary and asked him to check on Tina’s whereabouts in Uptown, and then called Charlotte at the end.


    In the afternoon, Lindsey had no sses, Bruce continued to go to rehab, and at about 5:00, the two changed into formal clothes and left to meet up with Old Mr. Grant at the Royal Food ce.


    It was still a quaint courtyard, but the difference was that it looked less like a restaurant and more like a painting and calligraphy studio. When I entered the elegant room, Old Mr. Grant was with an old man who was over the age of five.


    On the side of the screen behind the two, there seemed to be two other people sittingfortably sipping tea.


    “Grandpa.” Lindsey and Bruce shouted at the same time, and walked over to him in a big way.


    “Lindsey youe here.” Old Mr. Grant waved at Lindsey, and smilingly introduced to the old man: “Professor Lee, my granddaughter is good, right?”


    Lindsey, shy and embarrassed, walked over to him and bowed politely: “Hello, Professor Lee.”


    “Good good, Old Mr. Grant said your calligraphy is quite spiritual, I would also like to see some.” Professor Lee looked at Lindsey with a smile and added, “Good, your granddaughter is a blessed person.”


    “Professor Lee is joking, I am only afraid that my writing is not good.” Lindsey’s face reddened a few more times and did not dare toe forward.


    “No matter, Professor Lee told you to write, you write.” Old Mr. Grant smiled broadly, and his loving gaze was full of encouragement.


    “Then I will write a few, and I will ask Professor Lee to guide me if I am not good enough.” Lindsey stepped forward stiffly and, amidst theughter of the two old men, lifted her pen and wrote a line on the rice paper.


    Lindsey’s words were written in a single breath, with smooth lines, a kind of invisible but free spirit; but also a bold atmosphere that is not inferior to that of men, dashing and graceful. It is a good piece of work, as it is elegant and sharp.


    Professor Lee looked at it three times incredulously and said loudly, “Edward,e and look at this piece of writing for me.”