The phone rang a few times before connecting.
"Uncle Han Jin," Sheng Zijin exhaled a ring of smoke, calling out earnestly and submissively.
When Han Jin heard this voice, he didn't react at first, unsure who it was. It took him a while to remember—it was someone from the Sheng Family.
His tone was very indifferent, forming a stark contrast to Sheng Zijin's earnestness.
"Miss Sheng, is there something the matter?"
"Uncle Han Jin, I wonder if you have some time in the next couple of days to meet up? My grandfather has also asked me to bring you a gift, hoping you will do us the honor of seeing your niece."
Han Jin, though he lived in Wucheng, was well aware of the situation back in Jinjing. He disliked forming cliques and hated family strife even more.
Thus, he flatly refused.
