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Chapter 608 Five Minutes have Passed (2)_1

Chapter 608: Chapter 608 Five Minutes have Passed (2)_1

Han Zhijin looked at his hair, which currently shielded his eyes because he was looking downward, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Couldn’t he have feigned concern a bit more subtly? He had just gotten his hair trimmed last week!

The flippant behavior of Han Jingnian left Xia Wan’an so flabbergasted that she was unable to speak: "..."

After a while, Xia Wan’an finally managed to speak: "Han Jingnian, your concern is quite... unique!" It felt mockingly superficial!

Han Jingnian took it as a compliment and solemnly accepted it: "Thank you."

Xia Wan’an was somewhere between laughter and tears: "..."

Was she complimenting him? Whatever... Expecting him to care about Han Zhijin is like expecting a mirror to talk...

As Xia Wan’an mused, she turned her head to look at Han Zhijin: "Zhijin, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to tell me..."

Considering that Han Zhijin was a boy and there might be some things he didn’t feel comfortable discussing with her, a girl, she added, "If there are things you feel you can’t talk about with me, you can tell..."

Xia Wan’an initially wanted to say "your uncle," but recalling Han Jingnian’s attitude just now, she switched to: "...Zhang Te... He is really nice, capable, perceptive, and very helpful... In short, Zhijin, you can always turn to Zhang Te for help. He can help you solve many problems..."

The praise for Zhang Te rolled off Xia Wan’an’s tongue one after another. Listening to her, an icy glint flickered in Han Jingnian’s eyes at the distant end.

In her heart, was Zhang Cheng so impressive?

Moving his thoughts, Han Jingnian quietly dialed Zhang Te’s number on his phone. After the call went through and Zhang Te answered, he hung up silently.

Soon after, his phone began to ring, interrupting Xia Wan’an’s conversation with Han Zhijin.

Han Jingnian leisurely picked up his phone and answered the call. Not waiting for Zhang Te to say a word, he released his icy cordiality: "Where are those documents on the Qin enterprise that I asked for? Are they not ready yet? Are you always this inefficient!"

"...Also, in the email you just sent, out of one hundred and thirty-four characters, three are mistyped, and there’s a punctuation mistake on the fourth page, eighth line, third punctuation mark... this isn’t the first time you’ve made such an error, Zhang Cheng. Can you be a bit more fastidious and not so careless in the future!"

...

Zhang Te, on the other end of the phone, was left flabbergasted: "???"

When did Mr. Han request information on the Qin enterprise? And since when did he start nitpicking over typos and punctuation in company emails?

Before Zhang Te could even grasp what was happening, Han Jingnian had hung up the call.

...

Seeing that Han Jingnian had ended the call, Xia Wan’an detailed a few more things to Han Zhijin, then, under Han Jingnian’s impatient gaze, she finally said her goodbyes to Han Zhijin and left his bedroom.

It was getting late, and the old matriarch was preparing for bed. Xia Wan’an and Han Jingnian went to bid her goodnight before leaving the old residence.

As soon as they pulled out of the old house, Han Jingnian suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Glancing at the empty road ahead, Xia Wan’an blinked in confusion. She was just about to glance at Han Jingnian when she heard a "click" – the sound of a seatbelt being unbuckled. The next moment, Han Jingnian’s upper body was leaning over hers, his lips squarely on hers...