She glanced at the incoming call and couldn't help but chuckle. "The call came so quickly?" Han Xueqian was really helpful; Han Guosheng was far too impatient.

However, Le Yao didn't answer the call. Instead, she used her new phone to call Yan Cheng: "Hello, Mr. Yan, this is Han Binglan."

Yan Cheng is the CEO of Qianjin Group. He is from Beichuan City. He came to Xiling City to pursue Cui Na, but Cui Na was brainwashed by Han Guosheng. So, he went abroad for several years in a state of sadness. He only returned when Cui Na died, but he did not go back to Beichuan. Instead, he settled down in Xiling City and did the same business as the Shengli Group. It seems that he intends to compete with Han Guosheng.

"Alan," Yan Cheng said, slightly surprised, "when did you become so distant? You don't even call me uncle anymore."

"Uncle Yan," Le Yao smiled, "I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"Okay, but not today, I already have plans. How about tomorrow at noon? I'm free then."

“Okay.” Le Yao nodded. “I’ve booked the place and will send you a message. This is my new number. I’ll add you on WeChat in a bit. Please accept my request.”

"Okay, then I'll wait." Yan Cheng hung up the phone with a smile.

The next day at noon, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to drive her to the Earl Hotel. She felt that the hotel was high-class, with a good environment and food, and the private rooms were also quite private, making it a good place to discuss business.

Yan Cheng arrived right on time, smiling as he entered: "Alan, you've become even more beautiful in the months I haven't seen you."

"Uncle Yan has become even more handsome."

Yan Cheng laughed heartily, then sat down: "Speak, what did you call me here for?"

“I want to sell my shares in the company.” Le Yao paused for a moment, then looked up. “I…”

"Han Binglan." Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Han Guosheng stormed in, furious. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't this President Han? How can you be so rude? Don't you know how to knock?" Yan Cheng's expression darkened slightly.

"Yan Cheng, don't even think about the shares of Shengli Group. They belong to the Han family." Han Guosheng looked at Yan Cheng. "Even if Cui Na is dead, she is still a member of my Han family."

Yan Cheng's face darkened, and he suddenly stood up: "Han Guosheng, don't think you've covered your tracks perfectly. Heaven is watching what people do. Do you really think no one knows about your deeds?"

Han Seung-ye stood up: "What did I do?" But he felt guilty inside.

"Uncle Yan." Le Yao hurriedly stood up. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he... Please don't be angry for my sake."

"Okay." Yan Cheng nodded, took a breath, and then sat down again.

Han Guosheng wasn't here to argue with Yan Cheng today. He took a deep breath and looked at Le Yao: "You want to sell your shares?"

“Yes,” Le Yao nodded. “Anyway, I’m not interested in the company, so I might as well use the money to start a new business.”

"You think starting a business is so easy?" Han Guosheng's voice rose involuntarily. "You get a lot of dividends every year, why do you have to sell it to an outsider?"

"Heh." Le Yao sneered twice. "Han Guosheng, although I should call you father in a proper sense, ask yourself honestly, have you ever treated me like a daughter? Anyway, my mother is already dead, so you don't need to pretend to care about me anymore. And I don't want to interfere in your family's harmonious life. Selling the shares is the best option."