I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 85: Tyrant Flower and Small White Flower (1)_1

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Tyrant Flower and Small White Flower (1)_1

Thinking this, Han Zhijin couldn’t hold back and spoke up, "Uncle, you..."

But after just four words, he felt a chilling cold on his back. He involuntarily shivered and instinctively looked at Han Jingnian.

The man was staring at him, his gaze as sharp as icicles.

Han Zhijin immediately chickened out, no longer daring to speak recklessly.

Xia Wan’an, unaware of what Han Jingnian had done behind her, saw Han Zhijin stop mid-sentence and curiously asked, "Han Zhijin, what were you saying?"

Hearing her voice, Han Jingnian also spoke to Han Zhijin. His voice was deliberately mild and harmless, feigning curiosity about what Han Zhijin wanted to say next. However, unbeknownst to others, his gaze on Han Zhijin was even colder and sharper. "What’s up?"

Han Zhijin’s eyes widened in disbelief. His uncle’s performance left him speechless, "..." My god, why doesn’t my uncle go and act in films?!

In response to Han Zhijin’s silent rage, Han Jingnian spoke again leisurely without rushing, "If you have something to say, say it. I have other things to discuss with your... mother..."

He deliberately paused for a second before saying "your mother".

Han Zhijin was utterly intimidated. He felt wronged but was unable to fight back, "Uncle, I have nothing to say, I just wanted to tell you that you’re right. I should eat dinner first, then work on the proposal."

Han Jingnian didn’t pay heed to his nephew and turned to face the doorway directly.

By the time Xia Wan’an saw his face, he appeared aloof and harmless with droopy eyelids.

Watching Han Jingnian transform from a terrifying tyrant to a seemingly submissive delicate being shocked Han Zhijin even further. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, "..."

Who could tell him if this was still his familiar uncle? How come he didn’t know that his uncle was such a puppet master?!

"Let’s go, it’s time for dinner." Han Jingnian looked at the girl standing at the doorway and softly spoke these five words.

Was he talking to her again?

Xia Wan’an looked at Han Jingnian in surprise. Seeing him standing still, she realized she was blocking the doorway and quickly uttered an ’oh’ before stepping aside.

Xia Wan’an assumed that since Han Jingnian was not moving even after she stepped aside, he must be waiting for Han Zhijin, so she turned around and headed to the dining room.

She didn’t notice that the moment she left, Han Jingnian, standing at the study door, also took a step forward.

The moment Xia Wan’an stepped into the dining room, her grandmother immediately beckoned her to sit next to her.

A second after Xia Wan’an sat down, Han Jingnian appeared in the dining room entrance, followed by a sulky Han Zhijin with a drooping head.

Seeing that everyone was present, Lu Yangui immediately commanded Zhang Ma to serve the food.

As a child, Xia Wan’an knew that Han Zhijin’s mother, Lu Yangui, was a very astute woman who could maintain control in any situation. With her around, there would never be any awkward moments, so the atmosphere during dinner was always harmonious.

However, a slight mishap did occur during the dinner.