Chapter 737: Amadeus' Dog Stands Up_1

Nathalie Quinlan raised her brows, half-squinting her eyes, her gaze quite sharp, just about to ask him "What words need the right atmosphere before you can say them."

Her phone vibrated, and a new message notification popped up on the screen.

It was a message from Myles Sullivan.

[Nathalie, have you gone to bed yet?]

Nathalie's train of thought was abruptly interrupted, her attention drawn to the message, and her brow furrowed slightly, quite annoyed.

"Okay, we'll talk about it on Christmas."

She had just finished speaking.

Another new message from Myles Sullivan appeared at the top of the screen.

[Tsinghua University announced the joint examination results today, and I saw your ranking. First place, a perfect score of 650. Nathalie, congratulations. I didn't know you scored so well, now that you've successfully gotten into Tsinghua, do you have any wishes, or is there any gift you want? Uncle will buy it for you! Whatever you want.]