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"Is there something on your mind?" Yang Liu asked.
Lin Fan immediately replied, "Teacher, I want to improve my language skills. Can you tell me what areas I still need to work on?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Liu took out Lin Fan's language exam paper and glanced at it. The score was displayed prominently. A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she said, "Not bad, not bad. You've made great progress."
Lin Fan blushed and replied, "Thank you for the compliment, Teacher."
Yang Liu looked at the paper again and said, "Your essay score is low; let's focus on improving your writing."
Lin Fan nodded eagerly. "Okay. Do you have any suggestions?"
Yang Liu pondered for a moment before responding, "You should read a couple of classic novels."
She then opened her drawer and pulled out a well-known book, handing it to Lin Fan. "Here you go."
Lin Fan respectfully said, "Thank you, Teacher," before heading outside.
Yang Liu smiled wryly to herself, wondering how she had been found out.
Lin Fan was in a good mood ever since he discovered that Yang Liu's boyfriend was a fraud. He felt an inexplicable joy that he couldn't quite understand—he was simply happy. Moreover, he had just stolen a glance at Yang Liu's figure moments ago.
The thunder rumbled, not small at all. Moreover, the figure was tall, standing at a solid one hundred seventy-three centimeters.
Lin Fan opened the classic novel and, in an instant, found himself somewhat addicted. As he flipped through the pages, a white envelope slipped out from between them. Curiosity piqued, Lin Fan slowly opened it and discovered a card inside that read:
**Love Letter from Yang Liu**
Hmm???
A spark of curiosity flickered in Lin Fan's eyes. What did this mean? He carefully unfolded the letter and realized it was a love letter written by Yang Liu to someone else. However, he couldn't find the name of that person anywhere.
He glanced through the letter again but still found no name. Finally, amidst the lines, he spotted a message:
**Come to me, dear.**
Lin Fan's face darkened slightly as he thought to himself: So it's just a fantasy! The delicate handwriting was particularly beautiful, pleasing to the eye.
Lin Fan examined it thoughtfully and checked the date. It had been written three years ago. He muttered softly, "Even if it was lost, I doubt anyone would know."
A sly smile crept across his face as he tucked the letter neatly back into the book and then secretly placed it into his backpack. With that, he returned to reading.
Before he knew it, school was over.
Lin Fan walked towards the office and noticed that Yang Liu had not yet left. He handed her a book and said, "Teacher, I've finished reading it."
"That was quick!" Yang Liu smiled, her delicate face lighting up. She then took out another classic and handed it to Lin Fan.
"Thank you, Teacher," Lin Fan replied before heading downstairs.
Yang Liu picked up the classic that Lin Fan had placed on the desk and casually flipped through its pages. Suddenly, she paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "Did I have an envelope in this book before? Where's my envelope?"
She examined the book closely, but after a long while, she still couldn't find it. With a sigh, she muttered to herself, "I guess it's lost. Oh well."
At Li Corporation, Li Yuer was actually the founder and chairwoman of the company, which was established by Li Cang. Meanwhile, she worked at her family's business. Except for a few people, the rest had no idea about her true identity.
At that moment, Li Yuer stood in her office and looked at a manager who was nearly forty years old. She asked, "Manager, it's almost time to get off work. Is there anything you need?"
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