As Han Zhijin stood there completely dumbfounded, Han Jingnian leisurely chid in again, "Don’t forget, you are now... penniless! And I’ve already inford everyone, no one will lend you anything."
Han Zhijin stared at Han Jingnian in fear, as if he were staring at so terrifying monster.
Damn, was his uncle being a little too ruthless?
"Ah, yes..." Han Jingnian seed to rember sothing else, continuing in his usual calm tone, "Also, no restaurant, KTV, bar, hotel... essentially every place that you frequent will no longer provide you with credit."
This wasn’t just being ruthless anymore, this was pure savagery!
Han Zhijin was enraged, "You..."
He had barely uttered the word when he was t with the indifferent gaze of Han Jingnian. In the next second, his anger deflated, and his tone beca pitiful, "... Uncle, are you joking? I am your own dear nephew, you know..."
Facing Han Zhijin’s drastically changing tone, Han Jingnian’s face remained impassive, "The fact that you are my kin, is exactly why I need to discipline you."
Did he an, if I weren’t his kin, you wouldn’t even bother with ?
Han Zhijin, as if grasping at straws, asked in a conciliating manner, "Then... Uncle, could I temporarily not be your kin for a while?"
Han Jingnian assud a seemingly negotiable attitude, nodding slightly, "Sure."
A spark appeared in Han Zhijin’s eyes.
The next second, Han Jingnian casually took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Zhang Cheng, extend the freeze on Han Zhijin’s assets by another week."
Han Zhijin: "... Damn! You are really ruthless!"
Surviving seven days was going to kill him, extending it by another week... wasn’t that equivalent to digging his grave again?
Without hesitation, Han Zhijin imdiately surrendered, "Uncle, I was just talking nonsense just now, don’t take it seriously. You are and will forever be my dearest uncle, the one who shares the sa blood as mine; the reason why I’m so likable is because I have you as a dear uncle!"
Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but smirk upon hearing Han Zhijin’s breathless, no holds barred, bootlicking.
Han Zhijin was such an idiot, and was becoming more of an idiot by the second!
While Han Zhijin was desperately buttering him up, Han Jingnian finally let him off the hook, casually throwing a line at Zhang Te, "Never mind then."
Hearing these words, Han Zhijin heaved a sigh of relief.
Han Jingnian looked at Han Zhijin, who was still sitting in the car and not leaving, and gave him a dismissive glance.
The mont he felt his uncle’s gaze, Han Zhijin stomped on the gas pedal. As the car darted off, his voice trailed off, "Uncle, I’ll go ho and reflect on my behavior."
Han Zhijin’s car quickly disappeared from view, leaving only Xia Wan’an and Han Jingnian standing on the street.
The snow was still falling heavily.
Han Jingnian said nothing, and Xia Wan’an also remained silent. After a while of silence, feeling sowhat cold, Xia Wan’an finally spoke, "Mr. Han, if there is nothing else, I’ll be going now..."
Han Jingnian remained silent.
Xia Wan’an wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt the man’s aura becoming even chillier.
Xia Wan’an waited a mont, seeing no indication that Han Jingnian would talk, she said, "Goodbye," and turned to leave.
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