Han Zhijin’s voice was sowhat low, and Jiang Ping only heard the words "Muxi," which made him ask curiously, "What? What wood elent? My mom says I’m of the water elent!"
Han Zhijin completely ignored Jiang Ping and dashed for the door.
"Zhijin, where are you running off to? Finish what you were saying! What wood elent? Hey—" Jiang Ping chased after Han Zhijin, following him out of the bedroom.
Han Zhijin seed to find Jiang Ping’s following annoying. As he passed the card table, he casually grabbed a couple of discarded cards that everyone had played, and flung them at Jiang Ping’s face, "I don’t give a damn what elent you are, keep playing your cards, and don’t bother !"
Jiang Ping caught the cards and didn’t dare to bother Han Zhijin anymore. He just muttered softly, "When they need soone, they want them fast. When they don’t, they find them annoying!"
"..."
Leaving Jiang Ping’s room, Han Zhijin raised his hand and touched his chest; he found his heart was beating wildly, as if it could leap out of his throat at any mont.
He couldn’t tell if he was excited or afraid; he felt like he was no longer himself.
Ever since he found out that Youman was pregnant, he had been incredibly downcast, completely uninterested in anything. Now that he knew the truth, how could he not be excited? But when he thought of her enduring the ten months of pregnancy alone, and how she had lived in the maternity center by herself after giving birth, he felt an indescribable fear... afraid that she hated him, afraid that she had completely given up on him...
Wait, when he got to her place, what was he going to say to her? Could he say that he had been drugged that day and thought it was a hallucination? No, first he needed to admit his fault, yes, apologize first, say it’s all his fault, and then explain...
Amidst Han Zhijin’s restless anxiety, the elevator reached the B2 underground parking garage.
Han Zhijin took a deep breath, stepped out of the elevator, and headed straight for his sports car.
Just as he approached his car, Han Zhijin pressed his car key. As the headlights lit up and the locks clicked open, a voice suddenly said, "Young Master Zhijin, I’ve been waiting for you for a long ti."
At the sound, Han Zhijin unconsciously stopped the action of opening the car door and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a young man, clad in a black hoodie, erging from the shadows.
When the man stepped into the light, Han Zhijin could see his face clearly. He didn’t know the man, but he was sure he had seen him in Jiang Ping’s room just a while ago.
He said he had been waiting for him a long ti, aning he knew he would co... So, the surveillance in Jiang Ping’s room, was actually set up by this man in advance?
Pretending to be unaware of anything, Han Zhijin lifted an eyebrow as usual, looking very cool and impolite, "Who are you?"
The young man spoke, "It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that our boss wants to see you now."
The boss... The unknown threat to his mother, was he finally taking the bait?
Still playing the fool, Han Zhijin replied, "Who’s your boss? I don’t know him, and I’m not eting him!"
"Young Master Zhijin, don’t be so quick to refuse . Take a look at this video in my hand first..." The young man took a step forward, lifting the phone screen to Han Zhijin’s face. Just one look, and Han Zhijin’s expression changed.
The video was of Song Youman giving Little Muxi a bath...
If they could get their hands on this kind of video, did it an that there were already people from their side around Song Youman and Little Muxi?
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