151 Should She Reply the Text? (1/2)

”No problem, they don't know about my relation to you, for now… Even if he doesn't want to buy the shares in our hand, he can't afford to repay the financial damage done when his son misused the company's funds, so he might as well buy it for his whole family to be able to migrate overseas!” Tang Zheng finished reporting the matters on his end before asking, ”How did the meeting go?”

”The old man first made it difficult for us using the pre-sales certificate and now that we have it, he's not letting us start the project. He's clearly trying to force Old Fu to open up a seat in the sales department for his own people because he couldn't manage to do so! If Old Fu isn't going to admit his loss… When something happens, he'll be responsible for it.”

Mentioning Fu Huai'an's maternal grandfather, Lu Jinnan grew furious.

Fu Huai'an put out his cigarette and rung up the secretary to place an order for lunch.

By the time the meeting ended, Lu Jinnan was already so hungry that he felt paper-thin. He glanced at his wristwatch and said, ”I don't have time to eat, I haven't settled the issue of Lu Jinbei, that brat, beating someone up until they got handicapped, so I have to go to the hospital now and talk with the family members to know how much I have to compensate them.”

”Isn't your younger brother already 26 or 27 years old? To still be doing things like getting into fights, he's definitely a troublemaker! Does he tell anyone he meets that he has an older brother who has killed before?” Tang Zheng said, frowning.

Lu Jinnan glared at Tang Zheng, picking up his cigarettes and lighter before leaving.

…

Since she was recording ”A Sunday Date” at noon the next day, Lin Nuan was in the middle of memorizing the questions she had to ask. She organized her speech and language, planning to integrate the questions seamlessly into the conversation.

Midway, she received a text from Fu Huai'an asking her what she wanted to eat for dinner.

Lin Nuan's grip on her phone tightened as she suddenly felt mysteriously guilty, unable to continue looking at the questions. She could only place the papers onto the coffee table before she went to pour a glass of iced water in the kitchen.