The technologically savvy Han Group.
After dealing with work affairs, Han Zixuan, feeling somewhat fatigued, took off his glasses and rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. Picking up his phone, he saw the last two messages sent by Han Yutang.
[I can't pretend, and I definitely won't show that girl a friendly face...]
[Bro, just wait, I'll try to snatch the sister-in-law away for you.]
Individually, these messages didn't pose any issue.
But put together, they took on a somewhat disconcerting eeriness.
Holding his phone, Han Zixuan slowly typed a question mark and sent it over: [?]
He didn't receive any reply.
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At this moment, in the private room.
Qin Cheng respectfully pushed open the door of the private room.
Fu Si walked in with a lazy grace.
