"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's my pleasure, I can't help it, your desserts are just so delicious." Hai Dongyang chuckled. "And your dancing... could you be the spokesperson for our brand?"

Nangong Jue: ...

Does this mean I'm dead?

He immediately stepped forward and pulled the person into his arms.

Le Yao was taken aback, turned to look at the man, and couldn't help but laugh. He was jealous. She then smiled at Hai Dongyang and said, "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm not suited for the entertainment industry."

Before Hai Dongyang could say anything more, a voice came from the hall: "Dongyang, please come in since the guest has arrived."

Hai Dongyang then realized that everyone was still standing at the door, so he quickly smiled apologetically and let them in.

In the luxuriously decorated hall, a sprightly old man sat on the sofa, his body upright, his hands resting on a cane.

"Elder Hai." Nangong Jue bowed respectfully to Hai Chao.

Le Yao also bowed in greeting.

"My lord, I've heard so much about you. Please have a seat." Hai Chao nodded slightly.

Le Yao blinked. So they know each other? That makes things easier.

Nangong Jue pulled Le Yao to sit down on the sofa.

Soon, a Filipino maid brought the farewell dish upstairs and then quickly left without making a sound, clearly demonstrating her excellent training.

Hai Dongyang sat down opposite Nangong Jue and the others.

"I heard you want to ask about Master Ba?" Hai Chao didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

Nangong Jue nodded: "Yes."

"reason."

Le Yao frowned. Did she really need to know the reason?

“This might be related to my wife’s background,” Nangong Jue said bluntly.

Hai Chao's gaze fell on Le Yao's face, his brows furrowing slightly. Then he suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to Le Yao, and reached out to press down on her head.

"What are you doing?" Le Yao exclaimed.

"Old Hai, you..." Nangong Jue stood up, about to make a move.

Hai Dongyang was also startled and stood up. What was Grandpa going to do?

"Don't move." Hai Chao said sternly, glaring at Nangong Jue before pressing Le Yao's head down, pulling her hair aside, and releasing her after just one glance. Then he suddenly knelt on one knee, "Miss."

Le Yao was just feeling quite angry and was about to curse, but now she was stunned and subconsciously took a few steps back: "Old Hai, what... do you mean?"

When Hai Chao looked up again, tears were streaming down his face.

Le Yao could only look to Nangong Jue for help.

Nangong Jue stepped forward and helped the man up: "Old Hai, let's talk this out."

"Alright." Old Hai's gaze towards Le Yao changed. "However, let's go to my study." He then led the two of them upstairs. "Dongyang, you come too."

The study on the second floor is decorated in a simple and elegant style, entirely in Chinese style, which is completely different from the magnificent decoration in the main hall.

Le Yao was immediately drawn to the entire room filled with rosewood tables and chairs. One of these chairs could be exchanged for a house! This person is so extravagant.

However, she didn't show it, because after all, they were talking about serious business.

After gesturing for everyone to sit down, Hai Chao turned and went to the display shelf next to him. He seemed to have touched something, and the display shelf spun open, revealing a safe embedded in the wall behind it. He then opened the safe without any hesitation.