Hearing this, Xie Xuan narrowed his eyes. "Why do you say that?"
Xie Wensheng pursed his lips and looked sideways at the servant.
The servant who received the signal hurriedly went forward and replied, "Master, the things prepared for Madam have been delivered. Do you want to take a look now?"
The intention of changing the topic was obvious.
Xie Wensheng smiled. "Already? Alright, let's go take a look."
Xie Xuan, who was sitting sideways, stared at his father as he walked up to the second floor. Since last night, he had been talking in riddles.
"I'm not his real target."
So who was the real target?
Other than his mother, who else in the world would his father take a fall for?
…
Two days later, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Haiqiao called Wu Sancai.
Zhou Nuo's interview was over. Next was Mr. Sancai.
She planned to arrange a time to meet. Other than an interview, she mainly wanted to catch up.
