He called over the assistant and whispered, "Go to the front desk and do this... this... this... Do you understand?"
The assistant was surprised and covered their mouth, "Young Master Hua, isn’t this inappropriate?"
"What’s inappropriate? Do you believe I’ll fire you?" Hua Hua’s face darkened.
The assistant nodded in panic, "Young Master Hua, I’ll go right away."
Now that was more like it. Hua Hua glared furiously at Ling Yin in the audience, and monts later, when the waiter poured Ling Yin a drink again, as soon as he took a sip, he sputtered it out. Hua Hua watched in secret, nearly laughing till he rolled on the floor!
Hahaha!
Serves you right for snitching! Can’t handle the heat, huh?
"Boss Ling, are you okay?" The executive president looked at the unseemly behavior of Ling Yin in surprise, and Gu Shaocheng also glanced over indifferently. Accepting the napkin from the waiter, Ling Yin wiped his mouth while calmly saying, "I’m fine... cough cough... cough cough..."
There was even a hint of wasabi on the napkin.
The spice irritated his throat and nose, making him feel pain.
Ling Yin went to find the mischievous waiter, only to discover that they had already vanished. Unable to find any water nearby, he got up and walked out with big steps. His subordinate noticed the situation and followed him, "Boss Ling, is sothing wrong?"
"Water!"
The subordinate didn’t react imdiately.
"Get a glass of water!" He added, "Do it personally and don’t let it pass through anyone else’s hands!"
If it went through anyone else’s hands, he’d surely be pranked again!
Rubbing his throat, Ling Yin felt the burning discomfort, wondering who dared to play such a prank on him. After a ntal twist, he locked onto the target and couldn’t help but have a mixed expression of amusent and frustration, sighing.
"Boss Ling, here’s the water."
The subordinate handed over a bottle of mineral water. Another subordinate ca over to report, "Boss Ling, the waiter has been caught. He said soone gave him a red envelope to do all this, and that person is Hua Chu’s assistant, soone he can’t afford to offend."
And you think you can afford to offend ? Ling Yin internally scoffed!
After pondering for a mont, his lips curled up in a silent smile, he waved it off, and returned to his seat.
"Boss Ling, are you alright?"
Hua Hua didn’t know when he had already sat down next to Gu Shaocheng. Ling Yin looked over and smiled calmly, "I’m fine, just encountered a naughty... fox!" He initially wanted to say cat, but foxes really fit better with his appearance.
Hua Hua chuckled, looking like a big boy completely unaware of the situation. He turned his head back, but his face imdiately changed, gritting his teeth in anger: Hmph, I won’t stop until I’ve pranked you to death!
Sitting there, Hua Hua felt a bit dizzy, "Bro, I want to go back."
This was just the preliminary round of the fashion show. He had already inquired about his score earlier and knew entering the finals was absolutely no problem, so after showcasing his designs, he lost interest.
He indeed didn’t have the energy, having stayed up all night, now utterly tired, and after a dose of adrenaline wore off, he leaned against the single-seat sofa yawning.
"I’m so sleepy!"
Gu Shaocheng looked at him, stood up, nodded, and left the audience seating with Hua Hua.
Ling Yin sat calmly there, unable to find an excuse to follow. The executive director from Qingcheng Corporation engaged him in enthusiastic conversation, so he could only endure it, sitting still, watching helplessly as the person he finally spotted disappeared from view again. He fumbled for his phone and sent a text ssage: "Don’t lose track."
Hua Hua followed Gu Shaocheng into the car and imdiately dozed off in the passenger seat. In fact, he hid like a turtle in his mind, not daring to face Gu Shaocheng directly. He always felt that once his secret was exposed, his brother would kick him to the edge of the world at any mont. He dared not wear his usual cheeky grin, internally wishing to chop Ling Yin into a thousand pieces.
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