"The most handso kid in the whole capital" sent a pitiful emoticon.
"The most handso kid in the whole capital": "Little auntie, I can’t make it, go eat with Youman. I’ll cover the bill."
"The most handso kid in the whole capital": "I don’t know what’s going on. They sprung a business trip on last minute. Can you believe it? Why would they send on a business trip! If that wasn’t enough, my flight is damn delayed. I’ve been stuck at the airport for four hours! Four hours! FOUR HOURS! Damn, I’m so freaking bored!"
Even through a screen, Xia Wan’an could feel Han Zhijin’s frustration; she imdiately cracked a smile.
"The most beautiful kid in the whole capital": "Big nephew, I sympathize with you for a second."
"The most handso kid in the whole capital": "Stop calling ’big nephew’! How many tis have I said it! I cannot accept you, who was a nursery kid shouting ’Brother Zhijin’, calling ’big nephew’ now!"
"The most beautiful kid in the whole capital": "Big nephew, big nephew, big nephew, big nephew, big nephew, big nephew."
"The most handso kid in the whole capital" sent a sticker with "A little man kneels on the ground with a caption", which said: I’m so irritated, but what can I do... got to keep on smiling.
Xia Wan’an replied with a "smirking" emoticon and stopped engaging Han Zhijin.
She continued sipping her milk tea while thinking about the "Song Youman" issue.
There’s no one nad Youman at the company, nor did Han Zhijin use Song Youman’s na for any purchases – so where did this package for Song Youman co from?
Could it be... Ai Jiang? But why would Ai Jiang use Song Youman’s na?
Gao Lin? Did she coordinate with Gao Lin using Song Youman’s na?
At this thought, Xia Wan’an’s fingers trembled slightly, then she quickly glanced at the ti.
About seven or eight minutes had passed since Xiaochen inford her about the news... seven to eight minutes... maybe Ai Jiang just picked up the delivery from downstairs and is on her way up...
With that thought, Xia Wan’an abruptly stood up and dashed towards the elevator.
Upon reaching the top floor, she didn’t head into the office area but found a corner to hide.
She was just taking a shot in the dark, but to her surprise, three minutes later, the elevator stopped again at the top floor and Ai Jiang erged, holding a package.
Ai Jiang did not return to her desk, but instead went into the restroom.
About ten minutes later, Ai Jiang ca out of the restroom, her hands holding a very delicate small box. Judging by the packaging, it was a piece of jewelry from a well-known brand. Xia Wan’an frowned slightly, then focused on observing Ai Jiang, spotting a popular internet necklace around her neck.
After Ai Jiang returned to her desk, Xia Wan’an quietly sneaked into the restroom, and after checking each stall, finally found a discarded delivery box in the trash can of the last cubicle.
Xia Wan’an, using a paper towel, picked up the delivery box. The delivery label had been partially torn off, but she could make out half of the word "You", a complete "man", and a few numbers in the section where the phone number was printed.
Xia Wan’an took out her phone, pulled up Ai Jiang’s number, and found those remaining number on the box matched exactly with the middle numbers of Ai Jiang’s phone number.
Unbelievable. She actually guessed it right.
It seems Ai Jiang was indeed in contact with Gao Lin under the na of Song Youman.
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