That afternoon, the last person Xi Shaoqi visited was Han Xiayang, who worked at the Lin Group and was the organizer of this vacation. He also happened to be the most persuasive person when it ca to dealing with Young Master Lin.
At the mont, in his office, two handso n sat face to face. One had a worried expression, while the other wore a calm smile. It wasn’t hard to guess that the worried one was Han Xiayang, while the scheming smile belonged to Third Young Master Xi, who was continually piquing the other’s curiosity with his words, making him willingly take his side.
"Don’t you want to see Lin Mubai make a fool of himself?"
"If you’re worried that Young Master Lin will settle the score later, you can relax. The mastermind behind this is his wife, and it has nothing to do with us."
"I say, Mr. Han, can you stop dithering? You, a dignified man, since when have you beco so hesitant? Is this still you? I almost don’t recognize you, acting like a woman."
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Seeing that Xi Shaoqi was about to continue speaking, Han Xiayang quickly interrupted with a stern voice: "Alright, just shut up, Third Young Master Xi. Do I not know your sches? You just want to manipulate into agreeing with you."
Even as his intentions were so simply discovered, Xi Shaoqi’s face remained calm, sitting there as steady as a mountain, with a faint, serene smile. His words were confident, showing no fear, "If I were afraid of you telling, I wouldn’t be sitting here today. Or you can go upstairs and tell them now, and I’ll wait here for your return."
Han Xiayang felt stifled seeing this bastard speak so confidently, but he had to admit that every word hit ho. He indeed shared the sa thought with Third Young Master Xi and just wanted to see that arrogant man make a fool of himself. The final result was inevitable; the two n reached an agreent, both displaying a trace of cunning at the corners of their mouths. anwhile, downstairs, where Young Master Lin was working hard to get ho early, he suddenly sneezed.
After receiving Han Xiayang’s answer, Xi Shaoqi happily left Lin Group and didn’t forget to call a little woman who was waiting for his news, "OK, everything’s settled, just waiting for Saturday to co."
Whatever An Nan said on the other end of the line, Xi Shaoqi’s prideful voice continued through the phone’s receiver, "That’s a given. What on earth could there be that I, Third Young Master Xi, can’t handle? We just have to wait and see Young Master Lin’s embarrassed expression. Thinking about it already makes excited, so excited, so excited."
A handso man standing on the road acting coy on the phone didn’t make anyone feel nauseous; instead, he seed adorably clueless. Perhaps only this Third Young Master Xi could pull this off, unaware that all the won around him had already had enough.
One by one, they dramatically clutched their chests, murmuring to themselves, "I can’t take it, I can’t take it, how can he be so handso, so handso."
"That’s right, that’s right, he’s just too handso."
"Waaah, if only he were my man, how wonderful would that be."
"Alright, child, stop dreaming and wake up, the day’s already bright, and you’re still dreaming."
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