“Yeah, right.” Wu Ya nodded. “You figured it out too? Tell me, should we tell Brother Jue what Han Binglan is up to?”

"This..." Hao Kai hesitated, "Why don't you go and talk to her?" He had said that woman was different, and she really was different. Watching her make things, they seemed quite professional, but he didn't know if they were edible.

"Why should I say it? Why don't you say it?" Wu Ya protested. Jue Ge's attitude towards Han Binglan was unclear. What if he angered him?

"Because it's my birthday today, the birthday boy is the most important person." Hao Kai sighed slightly. "When my mom was alive, she told me that if I got scolded on my birthday, I would get scolded for the rest of my life, and if I got beaten on my birthday, I would get beaten often in the future... So, every year on my birthday, no matter how naughty or troublesome I am, my mom will never scold or beat me..."

"Kai," Wu Ya couldn't help but call out.

"I'm fine, but I'm telling the truth." Hao Kai's tone was extremely serious.

"Okay, I'll go tell them. You... are you really alright?"

"There's no need for pretense between us. When my mother was dying, she held my hand and her last words were that she hoped I could live a good life."

"That's good." Wu Ya breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Ya."

Wu Ya hurriedly said "It's nothing" and hung up the phone. Then he sighed. He knew Hao Kai's background. Every time he heard him mention it, even though he knew the kid was deliberately playing the victim, he still couldn't bear it.

Hao Kai was an illegitimate child. Before that, he took his mother's surname, Jin. When he was eight years old, he watched his mother being hit by a car and was sent to an orphanage. He was only brought back to the Hao family by Hao Jianmin when he was ten years old.

Hao Kai chuckled as he looked at the phone, but quickly composed himself and turned his attention to the live stream screen. Watching Le Yao's actions in the live stream, especially when the braised pork was ready, he subconsciously swallowed. Then, when the flash sale started, he subconsciously clicked on the button and actually managed to snag a ticket.

Nangong Jue had only fallen asleep around midnight and was still asleep when Wu Ya's phone call woke him up. He was a bit irritable: "If it's not important, you should prepare to go to Africa tomorrow."

Wu Ya: ...

Was it easy for him?

"Hurry up, is something wrong?" Nangong Jue snapped.

"Brother Jue, take a look at this live stream." Wu Ya hurriedly sent the link.

"Why the hell did you wake me up so early just so I could watch the live stream?" Nangong Jue was getting angry. He was usually very restrained, but he had lost control last night. He not only smashed up his private room, but also got drunk. Now he was sleeping in late. He had no choice but to stay awake because his mind was in a mess after he got back yesterday.

"Brother Jue, read it first before you say anything." Wu Ya was almost in tears. It was already 10:30, was that too early? What did Brother Jue do last night?

Nangong Jue raised his hand to rub his face to clear his head, but found that his left hand had been wrapped up like a dumpling by Uncle Bai, so he had to give up. He sat up in bed, clicked on the link, and then... he even thought he was seeing things, so he hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash his face and then came back to look. Although the woman was wrapped up very tightly, he still recognized her at a glance. It was Han Binglan, who had kicked him in the balls.