That afternoon, the last person Xi Shaoqi visited was Han Xiayang, who worked at the Lin Group and was the organizer of this vacation. He also happened to be the most persuasive person when it came to dealing with Young Master Lin.
At the moment, in his office, two handsome men sat face to face. One had a worried expression, while the other wore a calm smile. It wasn't hard to guess that the worried one was Han Xiayang, while the scheming smile belonged to Third Young Master Xi, who was continually piquing the other's curiosity with his words, making him willingly take his side.
"Don't you want to see Lin Mubai make a fool of himself?"
"If you're worried that Young Master Lin will settle the score later, you can relax. The mastermind behind this is his wife, and it has nothing to do with us."
"I say, Mr. Han, can you stop dithering? You, a dignified man, since when have you become so hesitant? Is this still you? I almost don't recognize you, acting like a woman."
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