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It was a pity that Jun Ziyan was stingy with his gaze on this Director Wang. Fortunately, Director Wang knew the rumors about Jun Ziyan. It was probably Jun Ziyan's usual attitude to treat people like thin air. Therefore, Director Wang didn't pay too much attention to him.    

    

With a smile, he said a few words of praise. If not for Jun Zichen's impatience, Director Wang would have recommended himself to accompany him on the tour.    

    

After all, someone like him would never have the chance to be linked with the Jun's.    

    

As Director Wang and the staff left, Lu Xiaorong was still immersed in her shock. Even though she knew what kind of family the Jun Family was, and also knew what kind of position Jun Zichen was in, a single phone call to the Party Committee Secretary of the Hall of Culture, and even had the curator run out immediately to express that he could take photos, was something that she had never experienced for a small citizen like Lu Xiaorong.    

    

Compared to Lu Xiaorong's shock, Xia Huanhuan was actually much calmer. After all, she had mixed up with Jun Ziyan as a child, so her understanding of Jun Family and power was naturally much deeper than Lu Xiaorong's.    

    

Compared to Lu Xiaorong's shock over the power and influence of the Jun Family, Xia Huanhuan was more curious about — "Don't say that you have memorized all of the B City officials' phone numbers." She said to Jun Ziyan. He had surprised her by casually giving her the secretary's number.    

    

"Yeah, more or less." To him, it was not something he wanted to remember. It was just something he took a glance at and did not forget.    

    

Lu Xiaorong, who was standing at the side, was flabbergasted when she heard this. "Heavens, how many phone numbers would that require?" Especially when Jun Ziyan wasn't flipping through the phone book, he just blurted it out.    

    

"Ziyan's memory is a little better than ordinary people." Xia Huanhuan explained.    

    

"Photographic memory?" Lu Xiaorong asked curiously.    

    

Xia Huanhuan thought about it for a moment and nodded her head.    

    

Lu Xiaorong immediately looked at Jun Ziyan with admiration. When she was studying for the exam, she really wished that she could remember more than others. That way, history and politics, as well as English words, wouldn't be a problem.    

    

Jun Zichen knew that his little brother only had Xia Huanhuan in his eyes and didn't have the slightest interest in Lu Xiaorong at all, but when he saw his woman looking at Ziyan with such adoration in her eyes, Jun Zichen's expression darkened. He pulled Lu Xiaorong's head over his head and said, "Stop looking."    

    

"I can't just take a look. There's no one around me who has photographic memory." She had only seen such memorable talents on some television before.    

    

Jun Zichen pursed his lips and placed his fingers on Lu Xiaorong's lower jaw, "If you want to look, just look at me."    

    

"Weren't you watching it every day!?" she said.    

    

His face darkened even more. His pitch-black eyes were like an eagle's as they stared at her. "Are you sick of it?"    

    

Lu Xiaorong shuddered and quickly smiled coquettishly. "Of course not. I swear that I will never get tired of you." "How about I write another guarantee?"    

    

Jun Zichen narrowed his eyes. "Alright, then I'll write another guarantee."    

    

Lu Xiaorong was a little dumbfounded. She was just saying those words casually. She was already at her age. Besides, who would actually write a guarantee for something like that?    

    

"You really want me to write it?" she asked quickly.    

    

"Could there be a fake one as well?" he asked.    

    

"…" Lu Xiaorong was speechless. Alright, it seems that the fate of this guarantee is unavoidable. Since he couldn't avoid it, he could only accept it calmly, "Are there any rules as to how many words to write?" She rubbed her nose and whispered to Jun Zichen.    

    

"2000 words and above." he said.    

    

"That's too much. When I was young, I wrote a guarantee that the number of words would never exceed 500 words."    

    

"Not when I was a kid."    

    

"The maximum is 800 words. No more."    

    

"1500 words."    

    

"1000 words!"    

    

The two of them, regarding the number of words on the guarantee, began to bargain. Xia Huanhuan looked at the two of them in surprise. Although Jun Zichen was still as cold as she remembered, when facing Xiaorong, he gave off a warm feeling.    

    

Just like when Jun Zichen called the secretary on his own accord just now for Xiaorong, or now when he actually asked Xiaorong to write a guarantee and even argued about the number of words. In the past, this was something unimaginable.    

    

Perhaps, this was the way the two of them dated each other. Jun Zichen was on the strong side and Xiaorong was on the weak side, but a dispute like this wouldn't make them feel that Xiaorong was on the weak side.    

    

He only felt that their relationship was equal, and Jun Zichen was even more accommodating towards Xiaorong.    

    

"I don't like you staring at others like that either!" Jun Ziyan's voice suddenly rang beside Xia Huanhuan's ears. Xia Huanhuan only felt a pair of arms around her waist, and her entire back then sunk into his chest.    

    

Heavens, this was the exhibition hall. Holding it like this was too eye-catching! Xia Huanhuan blushed and said, "Let go of my hand for now. I'm not going to watch anymore."    

    

"I like hugging Huanhuan like this." He said, "Huanhuan doesn't like being carried by me?"    

    

"Nope." Xia Huanhuan resigned herself to fate and stayed in Jun Ziyan's embrace. She looked at the display case in front of her, which was made of glass. From the surface of the glass, she could see her and his figure, as well as his lower jaw that was resting on her shoulder.    

    

"Do you like today's exhibition?" Xia Huanhuan asked.    

    

"I like what you like." Jun Ziyan answered.    

    

"It's not whether I like it or not. It's just you. "Do you like this kind of exhibition?" She explained further.    

    

"Do you want me to like it?" he asked.    

    

She noticed that the word was "yes." It was as if he had placed everything in her hands. In other words, he did not have much interest in this ancient wood furniture, so he naturally did not like it much.    

    

Alright, interests and interests weren't discovered that easily, nor could they be developed that easily. Xia Huanhuan wasn't disappointed. After all, she had already considered this possibility.    

    

"Then if you find anything that interests you, tell me." Xia Huanhuan said.    

    

"Alright." "Huanhuan likes these antique furniture?"    

    

"Yeah, I like it. Looking at these pieces of furniture, I feel like time is passing by." Xia Huanhuan nodded.    

    

"Then can I buy all the furniture for the auction?" He was like a child who wanted to please her.