These words made Huang Lao Er choke on his own blood.
So what if you've learned martial arts? Three or five isn't enough, then ten or twenty will beat you to a pulp sooner or later.
Huang Lao Er's thoughts were written all over his face. Looking at his sly eyes, Han Yi guessed what he was up to.
Seeing this, Han Yi smiled meaningfully.
Jiang Nuan was not surprised at all when she heard the news of Han Yi's arrival. She raised her eyes and nodded in greeting.
"Godmother, Han..."
"Stop," Jiang Nuan interrupted directly, "Young Master Han, if you have something to say, say it. Don't shout nonsense."
"Godmother," Han Yi looked at Jiang Nuan with a wronged expression, "but what did I do wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nuan lowered her eyes and asked in a measured tone, "May I ask how old Young Master Han is this year?"
"I am twenty-six years old this year," Han Yi said, puzzled. "Does your mother have any advice for me?"
"I dare not accept your instruction," Jiang Nuan forced a smile. "It's just that I am thirty-six years old this year, and I am not fortunate enough to have a son as old as Young Master Han."
Forehead……
Han Yi looked at Jiang Nuan in surprise, and after a long while, he managed to say, "Sorry, you're a bit too mature for your age. I'm sorry I didn't see it clearly!"
Is he implying that he looks old?
Although it was true, Jiang Nuan still found it particularly jarring.
She's not even forty yet, she's still young, how can you say she's old!
"Why not call her godmother?" Jiang Nuan said sarcastically. "Now that I think about it, having a son as handsome as Young Master Han is actually a good thing for me."
"Auntie, you're joking," Han Yi's smile froze completely. "Just now, I was being presumptuous. Please forgive me."
No matter how shameless he is, he couldn't possibly find a mother who is only ten years older than him.
If word gets out, his father will break his legs.
"It's alright, I'm always a magnanimous person, I don't hold grudges against petty people." Jiang Nuan waved her hand dismissively.
Who talks about themselves like that? It sounds so weird!
Han Yi felt a sense of unease. This person was completely unpredictable. How should he respond?
He's always been incredibly shrewd and never lost a verbal argument, yet today he's unexpectedly tripped up.
Finally, he reluctantly agreed, "Auntie is right."
"Alright, enough with the formalities," Jiang Nuan said with a smile. "Where's the contract? Did you bring it?"
"What contract?" Han Yi asked indignantly, but spread his hands innocently. "Is the contract Auntie was talking about from yesterday? I didn't bring it with me in the rush."
“Oh,” Jiang Nuan said without getting angry, “In that case, please make yourself at home, Young Master Han. There is a difference between men and women, and it is inconvenient for me to entertain you. I will take my leave first.”
As she spoke, Jiang Nuanzhen stood up and walked out step by step.
As they approached the gate, Han Yi, who had been calm and collected all along, suddenly became restless. "Auntie, wait a minute. Let's sit down and talk about the contract."
As if returning to his youth, Han Yi felt a long-lost sense of unease.
Originally, he should have had the upper hand, holding the contract, but now he is at the mercy of others.
From the moment he entered this hall, he felt led by the nose at every step, a frustrating feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Jiang Nuan stopped in her tracks, and asked with a half-smile, "Not pretending anymore?"
“Auntie,” Han Yi lowered his head awkwardly, “I don’t quite understand what you’re saying.”
“I was just saying,” Jiang Nuan said, not intending to dwell on it. She picked up a stool and sat down. “Just tell me what you want to do. I don’t have time to argue with you.”
“Auntie,” Han Yi straightened his expression and spoke earnestly and sincerely, “the boy really didn’t mean any harm.”
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