Faced with this, he couldn’t help but start envying that bastard Lin Mubai, who did nothing and yet got such an outstanding son. As for An Nan’s illegitimate child, it was no longer something everyone cared about.
Some people didn’t care, but that didn’t mean everyone was indifferent.
While Xi Shaoqi and Little Jia You were exchanging pleasantries, Han Xiayang directly ignored a chilling glance from the side and smilingly said to An Nan, who was still seated, "Miss An, friends know about Little Jia You, so they want to meet him tonight. How about we all have dinner together? What do you think?"
"Well..." An Nan didn’t answer directly but instead looked at Lin Mubai beside her for his opinion.
This reliant look made Lin Mubai secretly happy. He came to her side, placed his hands on her delicate shoulders, and gave her a slight smile as reassurance. Then his gaze shifted, immediately losing its affection and warmth, replaced by a hint of sternness: "Time and place."
This abrupt change made Han Xiayang really want to curse under his breath: "Putting romance before friendship." In the end, he didn’t. Instead, under the pressure of Lin Mubai’s dark gaze, he obediently replied, "Champs Elysees, seven o’clock tonight."
"Got it, contact them then."
"Alright, alright." Having received the desired answer, Xi Shaoqi and Han Xiayang exchanged glances filled with successful joy.
At this moment, An Nan spoke to Han Xiayang again, "Mr. Han, you don’t have to call me Miss An, just call me An Nan."
"Okay then, you can also just call me by my name, no need for Mr. Han."
Watching the two go back and forth, Lin Mubai’s eyes were increasingly displeased with Han Xiayang. As he pondered how to chase these two away, the two bastards were already seated on either side of his little woman, leaving him no chance to speak.
Xi Shaoqi took the opportunity to say to the woman beside him, "Nannan, your place is really nice, can I stay here this afternoon? We’ll go to Champs Elysees together tonight."
Before Lin Mubai could refuse, An Nan had already smiled and agreed, "Sure, Shaoqi, I remember you like black tea. I have some premium black tea that someone sent me from the United Kingdom last time. I’ll brew a cup for you. Xia Yang, you should have a cup too. A warm cup of tea in the afternoon feels very comfortable." Read complete versıon only at N0veI.Fiɾe.net
After this, Lin Mubai didn’t even have a chance to refuse and let the two bastards take over his beautiful afternoon.
Taking advantage of the moment when An Nan was talking to Xi Shaoqi, Han Xiayang pulled his good buddy Lin Mubai aside, his eyes clearly filled with laughter: "Hehe, bro, haven’t you settled this yet?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Mubai’s face instantly darkened, and he felt like gritting his teeth.
Typically, Han Xiayang would immediately shut up, but today he wasn’t afraid. The woman this bastard cared about was right there, and he didn’t believe Lin Mubai would dare to act publicly. His gut feeling was correct; Lin Mubai didn’t dare to do anything in public, although it didn’t mean he wouldn’t behind the scenes. Lin Mubai gave Han Xiayang a warning glance and unnaturally turned away, leaving Han Xiayang with a broad grin.
Haha, his guess was spot on. Who would have thought that the mighty Young Master Lin would also have a day when he was disliked? An Nan, you’ve avenged the people.
At this moment, the sense of triumph in Han Xiayang’s heart was beyond words.