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The two were comforting Jiang Zhiyu, one after the other, when they suddenly saw the other person's expression change and they both fell silent.

Jiang Zhiyu gripped his phone tightly, staring at the [Ownership Change Notice] on the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

The following is a public notice regarding the change of ownership of Jingchi Film and Television City:

The ownership of Jingchi Film City, located at (No. xxx, xx Road, xx District), was officially transferred on August 16. All rights and interests originally held by the deceased Jing Chi have been legally transferred to Jiang Zhiyu. All relevant ownership procedures have been completed and the property has full legal effect.

This is to inform you.

He stared at the familiar address on the official document and clenched his fist.

This address is the filming location for the selection of the second team leader, a large-scale ancient costume film and television city with complete scenery but abandoned for many years.

Lin Sen and Mi Lan exchanged a glance, somewhat worried about Jiang Zhiyu's current detached state, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was a little hoarse and low. He coughed lightly twice, and his eyes were slightly red when he looked up. "I received a gift."

The two who had been nervously watching Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and relaxed back on their respective beds.

Lin Sen: "But I heard that the production crew was going to deliver the gifts your fans sent to your dorm tonight, why haven't they come yet?"

Mi Lan gave a dry laugh and casually pointed to the drawer on Jiang Zhiyu's desk: "Jiang Jiang, I think your drawer is a bit flimsy. Do you want to take a look?"

Lin Sen, who was looking around wondering if the staff had already hidden the gift in some corner of the room, turned around blankly: ?

"Huh?" Lin Sen glanced at Mi Lan, who was suddenly spouting some sleepwalking nonsense, and jumped up, ready to solve this little problem for Jiang Zhiyu. "What do you mean it's not sturdy? It's perfectly fine there—"

His voice suddenly distorted, and he sat back on the edge of the bed with a "thud," looking back at Mi Lan, who had suddenly pulled him back, somewhat bewildered.

Mi Lan's smile was somewhat sinister: "No need for Young Master Lin to trouble yourself."

Young Master Lin: ?

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but chuckle, vaguely understanding Mi Lan's meaning. He put his phone down again and stood up: "I'll do it."

His eyes were still a little bloodshot, but when he saw a small medicine box with an exquisite bow in his drawer, he was momentarily lost in thought.

"The scar removal cream I told you about before is very effective."

Mi Lan's voice was very low, as if she didn't dare to disturb him, and she spoke cautiously behind him.

The medicine box was covered with densely packed professional text. The packaging box was blue and white, with a very simple style, which clashed with the pink ribbon bows crisscrossing on the box.

Lin Sen's eyes widened as he leaned closer to look, then he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "No, Mi Lan, what kind of taste do you have?"

Mi Lan was somewhat embarrassed and angry, and angrily shoved Lin Sen's shoulder: "Where's yours? Take it out."

His movements were light, and the sturdy and carefree young master Lin didn't even sway. He cheerfully darted back to his table and mysteriously rummaged through his drawer.

Not long after, Lin Sen returned to Jiang Zhiyu with the gift in his hands, and handed it to him with a bright smile: "Jiang Jiang, this is a gift."

He held a set of clothes in his palm, neatly folded, but you could vaguely tell that its style and fabric were somewhat unusual.