Han Zaijing glared at Han Luoli. The other's gaze was too cold and sharp, causing him to reflexively lean back and take a deep breath.
Suddenly he understood: "Hmph, it seems Gu Xiaoer hoodwinked me."
He had clearly instructed Gu Xiaoer to secure this project, but he didn't expect her to dare fool him like this!
Saying the project was already finalized, then how could there still be a competitor!
"Patriarch Han, this is the final round of screening." A dangerous glint passed through Han Luoli's icy pupils: "In life, don't be so self-righteous."
Even when buying cabbage, one compares prices. What makes Han Zaijing think such a big project can be decided with one stroke?
Too naive! Too taken for granted!
"You!"
Han Zaijing's old face tensed up, his teeth gritted in anger, he loathed Han Luoli, and he loathed Gu Xiaoer even more.
Self-righteous nonsense!
