I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 451: Second Brother Han Jingwen (1)_1

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: Second Brother Han Jingwen (1)_1

Han Zhijin didn’t wait for Xia Wan’an’s gaze to fall on him. He raised his hand, vaguely smeared his eyes, quickly stood up, and dashed into the bathroom.

Xia Wan’an initially came to ask Han Zhijin about Han Yixiao. Seeing his current state, she realized she wouldn’t get any answers today, so not wanting to waste time in his office, she tidied up the assorted cigarette butts scattered around the room and left his office.

Just then, Han Zhijin’s secretary, who had just finished typing a densely packed contract, returned to his desk. Xia Wan’an took this opportunity to approach the secretary and instructed: "Have someone come and mop the floor in President Han’s office. Also, all the windows in his office are open. Be sure to close them before you leave work tonight. Besides...he’s been smoking all afternoon, his throat must be into a bad state, get him some lozenges..."

"Yes, Miss Xia."

Xia Wan’an smiled at the secretary, and then in high heels, walked towards the elevator.

Just as she pressed the elevator button, someone called out to her: "Madam?"

Xia Wan’an turned around and saw Zhang Te’s assistant, dressed in a black suit, holding a grey file bag.

He wasn’t accompanied by anyone, no wonder he addressed her as "Madam"...

"Madam, why didn’t you inform me when you came to the office? Did you come to see President Han? He’s currently meeting an important client, you might have to wait... But, I could let him know for you..." Saying this, Zhang’s assistant pulled out his phone.

"No," Xia Wan’an quickly intervened, "I was here to see Han Zhijin."

"Oh, I see..." Zhang’s assistant stopped dialing: "So, you have finished your business and you are leaving?"

Xia Wan’an initially wanted to nod and say "yes", but the words froze on her lips.

She stared at Zhang’s assistant for a while, and as if recalling something, suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhang, have you known Han Jingnian for many years? Back in the day, didn’t your mother live in the Han family house, accompanying the grandmother for several years?"

Xia Wan’an’s question seemed inexplicable, Zhang’s assistant was taken aback, then nodded, "Yes, why do you ask, Madam?"

Xia Wan’an didn’t answer, her thoughts swirling around in her mind.

She remembered Zhang’s mother mentioning that his mother and grandmother were very close. Even today, the grandmother would occasionally invite his mother over to the old house for tea, to chat, and enjoy the flowers... So, perhaps Zhang knew more about Han Yixiao than Han Zhijin did?

Seeing Xia Wan’an in silence, Zhang’s assistant spoke again, "Madam?"

"Oh," Xia Wan’an snapped back to reality, "Mr. Zhang, are you busy right now?"

"Not particularly," After a pause, Zhang’s assistant spoke again: "Madam, do you need me for something?"

"Yes." Xia Wan’an nodded, then glanced at the nearby office area, realizing that Zhang didn’t have a private office. It didn’t seem appropriate to discuss Han family matters here.

Seeing Xia Wan’an’s hesitance, Zhang’s assistant understood she wanted to find a quiet place to talk, thus he quickly suggested, "Madam, shall we go to the rooftop? There is a tearoom there, apart from President Han and myself, few people would go up there."

Xia Wan’an agreed to his suggestion immediately: "Fine."

Following Zhang’s assistant up the stairs to the rooftop, Xia Wan’an saw a house made of glass.