The phone rang again while Han Xiayang was thinking about how to deal with the tasks Liu assigned, so he answered the call quite irritably.
"Hello, who is it." Staying up late, this person is either bored or high, Han Xiayang thought to himself without glancing at the phone screen, and had no idea which bored person was calling.
On the other side of the call, Lan Luo's cheerful voice quickly came through: "It's me, it's me, what are you doing?"
"Speak quickly."
Han Xiayang's irritation was so evident in his words, yet some idiots just couldn't pick up on it.
"Director Han, about that last project, what's the progress now?"
The Lan Family's Young Master always despised backdoor dealings, unless forced to the brink. This time, the situation was a big deal, leaving him no choice but to use a backdoor.
Men often live with an inflated sense of pride; they can lose face in front of friends, even to the point of denying their own roots, but never in front of a woman.
