CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: BROTHERS WHO WEAR THE SAME PANTS!

Hong Jingtian was speechless at some clueless folks:

"Tsk tsk, look at this deal—what’s this about the Lan Family’s junior begging for a heart transplant? Only a million?"

"Do they think our Empress’s delicate hands are only worth that much?"

"Don’t waste our Empress’s precious time on such insincere invitations—just toss them straight into the trash!"

In the end, he carefully selected and handed over to Qin Xin a client with extraordinary credentials...

Of course, he definitely vetted their looks.

Confirmed to be the knock-your-socks-off handsome type, hehe!

Qin Xin was diligently reviewing the medical record sent by Hong Jingtian, preparing in advance for this surgery.

Suddenly.

"Bang—" went the door.

Ao Meng was notorious for her bad temper.

Who dared to interrupt her class... exactly who could it be?

Class 2 students craned their necks to look outside.

Only Yu Xiaochun and Yao Dazhuang remained still, casting a sidelong glance at Qin Xin in the back row.

"Professor Ao, I represent the school’s Disciplinary Department, here to take Lan Qingxin for questioning." The person was neatly dressed in a work uniform, wearing the emblem of the Disciplinary Department, with a serious expression.

The Disciplinary Department, an independent entity of Imperial University.

Directly under the command of the principal!

So, they didn’t have to give face to any faculty or teacher and could independently investigate any breaches of discipline at the school, imposing authoritative sanctions.

Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder someone dared to interrupt Little Dragon Girl—oh no, Dragon Mother’s class, it turned out to be someone from the Disciplinary Department.

The class whispered among themselves:

"What trouble did the ugly one cause this time? It’s annoying, interrupting us from hearing Little Dragon Girl’s exam tips for finals."

"I heard from Class 1 that the ugly one hit the head of the sports department..."

"Damn, Huangfu Qian? Rich, fair, and sturdy, with money at home and connections on the street—messing with her is a death wish for the ugly one?"

"Yeah, isn’t this revenge in the making?"

When the Disciplinary Department steps in, it’s either a major demerit or expulsion.

After hearing bits and pieces, Ao Meng’s big eyes rolled, then she looked unhappily at the visitor: "Is this how your Disciplinary Department manages discipline? Don’t you know manners? Can’t you knock?!"

No manners?

The visitor’s lip twitched.

Though this tutor seemed to care about some peculiar things, to uphold the image of the Disciplinary Department, he had to step back out, close the door, then knock again: "Sorry to disturb, Lan Qingxin, please come out with me!"

Taking advantage of the visitor stepping out, Ao Meng quickly signaled Ao Xinghao with a glance.

The previously lounging Ao God, half-asleep on the desk, immediately stood up and quietly exited through the back door to make a call:

"Hey, old man, do me a favor..."

"Cut the crap, if you don’t do it, don’t expect me to come home for dinner this month..."

"What’s it to me? We’re brothers who share everything! Mind your own business and get it done!"

"Alright, I’ll call you Dad. Old man, cut the nonsense and get it done...!"

Back in the classroom.

This time, Ao Meng had no reason to stop the Disciplinary Department from taking Lan Qingxin.

However, she still racked her brains to make various efforts: "You see, our little Qingxin isn’t well—she’s still recovering from a car accident, isn’t she, Qingxin? Your head still hurts badly, right? The wound is bleeding again, isn’t it? I think it’s best for you to go to the school clinic for a bandage..."

Ever since receiving the imported disguise medicine sent by Hong Jingtian, Qin Xin no longer needed bandages to cover her appearance.

At this moment, where was there any wound on her head?

Ao Meng’s blatantly obvious excuse, anyone with eyes could see, was to stall for Qin Xin.

Qin Xin’s usually indifferent expression softened slightly.

She stood up from her seat: "I’ll go with you to the Disciplinary Room. Don’t waste class time."