Mo Fu Ren's fake identity has been exposed again. Chapter 1. She Was a Freak

"Big shot! Someone gave you a task, have you seen it?"

The voice on the phone was a man's, full of anger.

Ruan Jun sat by the fish pond, wearing a straw hat and a camouflage t-shirt, fishing.

"What task?" The child's voice was faint, with slightly raised eyebrows that held a hint of indifference.

The child sat quietly there. Though she was dressed plainly, her icy and aloof expression was a bit excessive. She stood out completely from the other villagers fishing by the pond.

The little prince of the Mo family in the capital was kidnapped! The Mo family issued a mission, as long as they can safely rescue the young prince of the Mo family, the money is up to them! The man's voice was somewhat excited.

Ruan Jun held a fishing rod in one hand and rested her chin on the other, looking utterly bored.

"Am I like someone who's broke?"

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There was a stunned silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds.

"Big Shot, you really aren't going to come?"

"Hooked." Ruan Jun watched the bobber on the surface of the water.

"What got you?" the other party was baffled.

"Fish!"

Huh?

"It's very long."

>"..."

That's the end of the call.

Ruan Jun pulled the fishing rod back, and sure enough, it was a very large crucian carp, weighing three pounds!

Other villagers who were fishing saw this and envy appeared in their eyes.

"What number is this?"

The villagers whispered among themselves.

There seem to be twenty of them.

"Hiss—" A collective gasp of astonishment echoed through the villagers.

"This girl is really an oddball. Everything that ever happened to her was someone else's fault!"

"That's not true!" A villager glared at the plastic red bucket next to Ruan Jun, under the light, three quarters of it was black, full of fish.

Ruan Jun had heard the villagers' hushed whispers for as long as she could remember. Ever since she was a child, these words had become a constant background noise to her life, something she had simply grown accustomed to.

Bait the hook, cast your line, and keep fishing.

In a little while, a silver-gray bread truck drove up.

The country lane is an unpaved dirt road, and the wheels make a crunching sound on it.

The bread truck stopped when it got to the fish pond.

The car door swung open, and the man in sunglasses sitting in the back got out. He roughly pulled the little boy from the car.

The little boy, about four or five years old, had no expression on his pretty face.

The man in sunglasses approached Ruan Jun closely.

"Excuse me, is there a hotel nearby?" After asking, he saw the fish in the plastic bucket. It was fresh and looked delicious. "How much for this fish?"

Ruan Jun didn't look back and said lightly, "I won't sell it."

The man in the sunglasses furrowed his brows and pulled out a thousand yuan from his wallet. "The fish is mine, the money is yours."

Other villagers saw this and some were envious, while others were jealous.

Ruan Jun's cold and proud eyes were tinged with impatience.

I turned to look at the man in sunglasses. “Don’t you understand? I don’t want to buy.”

As he turned around, Ruan Jun saw a young boy being held by a man.

He was not tall, about four or five years old, with a delicate face carved from jade that seemed otherworldly.

To Ruan Jun's surprise, the little boy's cold and aloof demeanor seemed to resemble her by a third.

When Ruan Jun was looking at the little boy, a change also began to appear on the boy's cool and taciturn face. His big eyes, like grapes, were full of curiosity.

The little boy was looking and looking, then unconsciously took small steps towards Ruan Jun.

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