Chapter 147 - Protect His Brother

"Actually, I turned on the recorder on my phone before I entered the piano room last night. I want to record the music you played so I can listen to it whenever you want."

Qin Shu's voice was quite low and it sounded even more pleasant than the piano to Fu Tingyu.

Jiang Yu, who had just finished lunch, pulled Fu Tingyan over to play basketball. He saw Qin Shu on the phone on the field as well as the little fatty who was running nonstop.

"Tingyu, isn't that Qin Shu and that little fatty?"

Fu Tingyan heard Jiang Yu's voice and looked over. Qin Shu was on the phone, smiling happily. Who was she talking to?

His brother didn't seem to have the habit of making phone calls.

Could It Be Scum Shen?

Thinking of this possibility, he walked over to the field.

Jiang Yu looked at Fu Tingyan who had suddenly left. He shouted as he followed, "Tingyu, what are you going there for?"

Qin Shu hung up the phone. When she looked up and saw Fu Tingyan and Jiang Yu walking towards her, a hint of doubt flashed across her eyes.

Fu Tingyan suddenly stopped in his tracks. Qin Shu had already finished her call. It didn't seem right for him to go over there. What if she didn't admit it?

Jiang Yu caught up with Fu Tingyan. He raised his hand and patted Fu Tingyu's shoulder. His voice was full of doubt as he said, "Tingyu, what's wrong with you now?"

"Let's go play basketball."

Fu Tingyan said and turned around to walk straight to the basketball court.

Jiang Yu looked at Fu Tingyan's back as he left. Then, he turned to glance at Qin Shu. The doubt in his eyes grew.

He caught up with Fu Tingyan's footsteps with doubt in his heart.

Qin Shu was speechless.

Ye Xue walked over at this moment. She held Qin Shu's hands with her chubby ones and she panted non-stop. "I, I can't run anymore. I can't run anymore."

Qin Shu looked back at Ye Xue and found that her forehead was full of sweat. Her thick bangs were wet from the sweat and stuck to her forehead. Her fair face was red.

She handed the water in her hand to Ye Xue. "Then take a rest first. Do fifty squats later."

"Okay, okay."

When Ye Xue took the bottle of water from Qin Shu's hand, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Yu on the basketball court not far away, who was trying his best to shoot. Her already red face grew even redder.

Jiang Yu just happened to shoot the ball successfully. When he reached out to catch the ball, he caught a glimpse of Ye Xue, who was standing across him, looking at him.

Ye Xue noticed that Jiang Yu was looking at her. She hurriedly turned around, twisted the cap of the bottle, and put the water bottle to her mouth to drink to cover up her nervousness at this moment.

Jiang Yu, "..."

Qin Shu saw Ye Xue's shy action and turned around. She happened to see Jiang Yu turning around. Thinking back to the last time when Jiang Yu pulled Ye Xue's ponytail, she thought that Jiang Yu probably didn't hate Ye Xue.

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At the same time

Qin family

Mu Lan was almost going crazy because Qin Hai hadn't returned home for three days. His phone was always switched off when she called.

When she asked the company, they said that he was on a business trip.

The police didn't make any progress at all either. The money couldn't be recovered in a short period of time.

When she borrowed money, she said that she would pay it back the next day. And it was already the third day.

This meant that the interest rate had doubled.

When she thought of the series of numbers, her scalp went numb.

She took out her phone and dialed Qin Hai's number again.

His phone was turned off.

Mu Lan paced around in the living room anxiously. "What should I do? What should I do?"

After thinking about it for a while, she decided to make a call to the man with a very pleasant voice because she felt that he was quite easy to talk to.

Perhaps he would waive the interest if she begged him?

Mu Lan held high hopes and dialed the man's cell phone number.

After the call was connected, she heard the other party say, "Do you need a loan?"

Mu Lan was stunned. This voice was not right?