"Sir, you just said that Guan Qingchang deliberately let me overhear Ye Jin'an's name. What does he want to do?"
Lu Lichun sat on Xiao Ming's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with extreme intimacy, but the words she spoke were very serious and anxious.
"You're also a businessperson, so you should know that when a local ringlead wants to pick fruit, they generally wait until the fruit is ripe to enjoy the readymade result," Xiao Ming said.
"But my company, although well-funded, is just getting started. There's no reason for Guan Qingchang to be so impatient, and to be so unsightly about it.
So, from the beginning, I found this uncle and nephew pair very strange.
Later on, their intention to bid for that bronze hairpin was also strange—it incomprehensibly escalated our conflict as if it were predestined that we would clash.
Only when you brought over the name 'Ye Jin'an' did everything start to make sense.
The one who wants my company and the bronze hairpin is him.
