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n66 Illegitimate Child

n“That’s right.” Wu Ya nodded. “You can tell too. Do you think we should tell Brother Jue? What exactly is Han Binglan up to?”

n“Well…” Hao Kai hesitated. “Why don’t you go talk to her about it?” He knew that this woman was different. She looked like she was good at cooking, but he wondered if it was edible.

n“Why should I? Why didn’t you ask?” Wu Ya protested. Now that Brother Jue’s attitude towards Han Binglan was unclear, what if he angered him?

n“Because it’s my birthday today so I’m the boss.” Hao Kai sighed slightly. “When my mother was alive, she told me that if I was scolded on my birthday, I would be scolded for the rest of my life. If I was beaten on my birthday, I would be beaten often in the future… So, every year on my birthday, no matter how naughty I was or how much trouble I caused, my mother wouldn’t scold or hit me…”

n“Kai,” Wu said before he could stop himself.

n“I’m fine, but I meant what I said.” His tone was deadly serious.

n“Fine. I’ll talk to him. You’re… really okay?”

n“There’s no need for me to pretend with you. When my mother held my hand before she died, the last thing she said was that she wanted me to live a good life.”

n“Good,” he said with a small sigh of relief.

n“Thank you for your hard work, Brother Ya.”

nWu Ya hurriedly said that he was fine and hung up. Then he sighed. He knew about Hao Kai’s background. Every time he heard him mention it, although he sometimes knew that the kid was deliberately acting pitiful, he still couldn’t bear it.

nHao Kai was an illegitimate child. Before, he’d taken his mother’s last name, Jin. When he was eight years old, he saw his mother get hit by a car and sent to an orphanage. He was ten when Hao Jianming brought him home.

nHao Kai looked at the phone and smiled. He quickly calmed down and looked at the live broadcast screen. He watched Le Yao’s actions in the live broadcast room, especially when the red braised pork was out of the pot. He subconsciously swallowed and then subconsciously clicked on purchase. He actually got it.

nNangong Jue only fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. He was still sleeping when he was woken up by Wu Ya’s call. He was a little irritable. “If there’s nothing important, prepare to go to Africa tomorrow.”

nWu Ya was speechless.

nWas his life easy?

n“Hurry up, is something wrong?” Nangong Jue was furious.

n“Brother Jue, look at this live broadcast.” Wu Ya hurriedly sent the link over.

n“Did you wake me up so early just to make me watch a live broadcast?” Nangong Jue was a little angry. He had always been calm but lost his composure last night. Not only had he smashed his private room, but he had also drunk too much and was now up late. He had no choice. After coming back yesterday, his mind was a mess and he could not sleep at all.

n“Brother Jue, watch it first.” Wu Ya was about to cry. It was half past ten. Was it early? Where had Jue been last night?

nNangong Jue raised his hand to rub his face to wake himself up, but he realized that Uncle Bai had wrapped his left hand into a dumpling. He could only give up and sit up in bed. He clicked on the link and… He thought that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash his face and then returned to take a look. Although the woman was wrapped tightly, he recognized her at a glance. It was Han Binglan, who had kicked his balls.

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