"Jas, are you trying to emphasize that she is the granddaughter of the Tang Family, right? Are you trying to tell that just because she is the granddaughter of the Tang Family, you pay attention to her, you purposely want to have interactions with her, is that it?"
Jas frowned slightly and slowly said, "The Tang Family is ultimately a hurdle we cannot bypass. If I want to reclaim Fude Group, Lin Qi and I will inevitably face a great battle sooner or later. And once we confront each other directly, it will inevitably clash with the law, then it will be a legal battle with the Tang Family."
Jas looked up at Ben Shaming: "So I need to use a stone in advance to test the Tang Family’s attitude towards , and also to examine the depth of the Tang Family’s thods."
Ben Shaming gazed into Jas’s blue eyes and slowly nodded, "I understand. Just, Jas, perhaps I’m being nosy: I hope you manage your heart well. Always rember, she is the stone, you are the one throwing the stone; don’t mix them up."
Jas understood Ben Shaming’s cryptic hint and also understood Ben Shaming’s concession better.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Ben Shaming agreed not to harm Tang Yanjian, that’s enough for him, the rest, he doesn’t care all that much.
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In the studio, Little Ben inexplicably hadn’t appeared for several consecutive days.
Yan Jian felt alert and couldn’t help but discreetly observe Catherine’s reaction during her leisure ti.
Could it be that Catherine also discovered she was suspicious of Little Ben, so it was inappropriate for Little Ben to appear again?
Then was Little Ben’s previous presence sent by Jas to monitor her in the studio?
But since Catherine is already in the studio, why send another Little Ben?
Does that an Little Ben might be Jas’s person, but doesn’t necessarily obey Catherine?
If that’s the case, then Little Ben’s sudden disappearance is because Jas doesn’t allow Little Ben to appear?
The more she thought, the more complicated it beca, entangled and difficult to sort out.
Just then, her phone suddenly rang discreetly.
She looked down, it was a text ssage: "The fourth night, tonight, see you at the studio."
Yan Jian shivered, the phone in her palm almost slipped through her fingers like an eel.
The fourth night... what should co has finally co.
Only, damn it, why in the studio?!
This damn place is Catherine’s studio, he wants to et her here, could it be he intends to involve Catherine too, the three of them together?
Bastard!
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She went to the restroom, hurriedly replied to him from the stall.
"The fourth night, fine; but the location, you change it for !"
The phone was silent for a long while, the ambiance in the restroom eerily heavy, as if all the echoing atmosphere transford into invisible pressure, pressing down on her head.
Almost the ti taken for "finishing a major task," the phone rang slowly.
He replied: "Then where do you like?"
He seed to be responding positively to her opinion, but the more she thought about this reply, the more expansive her imagination beca, the more she pondered, the more implications she found!
She gritted her teeth, thought: Damn, I don’t like anywhere!
What he does to her, any place is where she doesn’t want...
She suppressed her anger, quickly replied: "In any case, it can’t be the studio."
The other places... damn it, let him be!
Unexpectedly, he replied almost stubbornly: "Unfortunately, I can’t find a reason to yield to you. Tang Yanjian, the rules are set only by , not allowing you to refuse. The less you like the studio, the more I want to choose the studio. Pfft."
"Try not coming, see what happens."
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The usual threats, the usual arrogance!
Yan Jian told herself: Ha, this is the usual ga, not afraid at all, right?
She just bit her nails, staring at the inexplicably appeared two words at the end of his string of threatening words - pfft.
What is he "pfft" about?
Could it be he saw through the screen with eyes, so he knows she is squatting in the restroom now, and the ti has already exceeded "finishing a whole major task"?
So this "pfft" becos uniquely flavored.
But... how could it be?
She couldn’t help but look around the restroom. Surveillance? Impossible, right?
She didn’t know, anwhile, Jas was also eerily staring at the "pfft" he typed out himself.
Is he crazy? Like a little girl, using online cute tactics to sarcastically "cover his mouth with a smile" to her with "pfft"?
Oh, heavens, he swears he really didn’t an it.
There must be sothing wrong with the cerebellum or nervous system, to inexplicably type "pfft" in such a long string of threats.
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