"Yang, you go ahead and eat, don't wait for them."
At that moment, Jiang Shuyun said with a cheerful smile.
Yang Hao nodded, thinking to himself that his mother-in-law must have heard the sounds, and while it didn't bother him, with his thick skin, he wondered whether she realized it wasn't the same person.
He guessed she hadn't; if she had, she probably wouldn't be so hospitable. Yang Hao didn't think his mother-in-law was open-minded enough to that extent.
Yang Hao was eating the men's power-up combo when his phone suddenly rang with an unfamiliar landline number. He hung up directly.
Lately, all sorts of banks and securities companies had somehow gotten hold of his mobile number, and he often received calls about making deposits or purchasing financial products.
Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng University of Finance and Economics.
The Youth League Committee office.
Han Hui put down the phone with a depressed look: "Secretary Zhang, Mr. Yang still isn't picking up the phone."
