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n110 Come Over for a Meal

n“I didn’t call him.” Le Yao glanced at Han Guosheng. “We’ve long separated.”

n“You… call him and ask him to come over for lunch.” Han Guosheng frowned. He wanted to participate in the Yuehu Bay project in the east of the city, but if it was a normal bidding war, the odds of Shengli Corporation winning were not high. However, that project belonged to the Nangong Corporation. Therefore, if Nangong Jue helped him, he could get it directly. Even if he only took half of the project, the company could still advance.

n“If you want to fight, fight yourself.” Le Yao turned around and went to the dining area. Although she didn’t know why Han Guosheng insisted on meeting Nangong Jue, she guessed that he must have something to ask of that man.

n“This brat…” Han Guosheng took a deep breath and really went over to pick up the landline to call Nangong Jue. Fortunately, the call was picked up very quickly. “Sir Jue, I’m Han Guosheng.” He actually called his son-in-law Sir Jue. It was embarrassing, but he still had no choice.

n“CEO Han, what’s the matter?” Nangong Jue’s voice was very cold. “I’ll give you one minute.”

nHan Guosheng held his breath again, but he still adjusted his breathing. “I wanted you to come back for a meal with Lan, but that child, Lan, was stubborn and said that she didn’t tell you…”

n“A meal…”

n“Sir Jue, that child, Lan, has a bad temper. If there’s anything wrong, please bear with it. If you’re free, come over. Lan’s aunt is here. Let’s get together as a family.”

n“Alright.” Nangong Jue actually agreed.

nAfter Han Guosheng hung up the phone, he still found it unbelievable. One had to know that he had looked for Nangong Jue in the past, but it was always his assistant who answered the phone and rarely spoke to him directly.

nNow that the other party had agreed, he would definitely come. As long as they talked about it properly later, there would be a high chance of that project succeeding.

nAt the dining table, Le Yao had already started eating and had not eaten breakfast. She was really hungry.

n“Han Binglan.” Zhu Jiaojiao couldn’t stand it anymore. She stood at the dining table and frowned at Le Yao. “Why don’t you have any manners?”

n“How am I ill-mannered?” Le Yao had already eaten half a bowl of rice. The hunger in her stomach had already disappeared. Only then did she pick up a tissue and wipe her mouth. “Tell me.”

n“You ate before anyone else did? Is this your upbringing?”

n“Can’t I? You guys are dawdling. I thought you weren’t hungry. Besides, you’re shouting at your older cousin. Your upbringing doesn’t seem to be much better.”

n“You-”

n“Alright.” Cui Li glared at her daughter and then looked at Le Yao. “Lan, I heard that Sir Jue wants to divorce you?”

n“Aunt, did you hear wrongly? I’m the one who wants to divorce him.” Le Yao finished all the rice and drank a bowl of soup. She was almost full.

n“You? Divorce him? Heh.”

n“Aunt, times have changed.” Le Yao smiled. “Anyway, it’s up to you if you believe it or not.”

n“In that case, I won’t say anything else.” Cui Li nodded. “However, it’s not good to be on the trending searches for no reason. After all, you still have the Cui family’s bloodline. We can’t afford to lose face.”

n“Aunt, you sound like the Cui family cares about me.” Le Yao rolled her eyes elegantly.

n“Lan, how can you talk to your aunt like that?” Han Guosheng’s expression darkened. “Don’t eat first. Sir Jue will come over later.”

n“Him? Here?” Le Yao exclaimed. “Are you kidding?”

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