Yao Ye felt like he was going to faint. What a mess.
Jun Ye, sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't stop grinning with a touch of schadenfreude in his eyes. Watching Yao Ye finally taste the same bitterness he had once experienced.
At noon, Mrs. Yao wasn't eating alone at home as Mrs. Yao's grandmother imagined. In fact, her husband and younger son suddenly came home for lunch. She originally planned not to cook and to eat at Mrs. Lu's place, but now she had to personally serve the two grand men.
While his wife hurried to the kitchen to cook noodles for them, Yao Shuhan called his younger son aside for a talk. Apparently, early this morning, Yao Shuhan received some news and urgently summoned his younger son home to inquire about it.
"I heard that the leader of the Audit Bureau personally called you."
Yao Zibao adjusted his glasses, very calm: "Mm."
"When did this happen?" Yao Shuhan asked.
"Before I graduated."
