Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare-Chapter 794 - 813 The Pitiful Han Xiayang
Indirectly, this also indicates something; Lin Mubai is not only a good husband, but his judgment of people is impeccable.
Han Xiayang returned to the office, and the secretary was still standing there, not having left. Upon seeing him return, she slightly opened her mouth as if wanting to speak but hesitated, ultimately saying nothing and obediently standing aside waiting for orders. You know, Director Han’s face was too unpleasant at the moment, and a smart person wouldn’t pull a tiger’s whisker when it’s furious.
Who knows how much time passed before Han Xiayang noticed his secretary standing nearby. Since the CEO had already left, why should he still work? Unmotivated to work, he waved his hand, signaling her to leave first.
The relieved secretary quickly left the office, and even after stepping outside, she was still patting her chest in shock: "Wow, that was really scary! I never thought that our handsome Director Han could look so terrifying when angry. I wonder who upset him, could it be the CEO? It seems that only the CEO in Lin Group has such power."
After the secretary left, Han Xiayang sat in the office, growing increasingly furious. Ultimately he couldn’t hold it in any longer and took out his phone to dial someone’s number. Once connected, without waiting for the other to speak, he directly shouted into the phone: "You bastard, you ran off again and dumped so much work on me. You might as well quit being the CEO and leave it to me instead."
After yelling, Han Xiayang received no response for a long time and sensed something was off: "Hello, is someone still there?"
An Nan, holding someone’s phone, was stunned for a moment by the yelling, then looked displeased towards the direction of the bathroom. That man was fooling her again, and she wondered if pregnancy really made her foolish for three years—truly believing his early return meant he had finished company business.
Angry as she was, she didn’t forget about the person on the other end: "Xia Yang, I’m sorry, Mu Bai has caused you a lot of trouble."
Instantly, Han Xiayang was shocked, followed by a dumbfounded look: "Did he dial the wrong number?"
He looked at his phone to check; the number was right, it was indeed Lin Mubai’s, but how did An Nan end up answering? Instantly, an overwhelming sense of despair washed over him.
Given his understanding of Young Master Lin, offending him was one thing; but if he offended his wife, then he might have to apologize with his life. Thinking about it, Han Xiayang felt his head might explode.
Before he could think of a solution, a familiar man’s voice came through the phone: "Is the company really that busy? Busy enough to have time to call me? Sounds like it’s not busy."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiayang felt absolute despair. He could already foresee his miserable future; either dying from being overworked or apologizing with his life—either way, he was doomed.
Wah wah wah, can I cry?
Quickly tossing his head, he hurried to explain into the phone: "Boss, boss, I was wrong, I was wrong. The company’s fine, fine, fine. I was just joking. Please pass the phone to your wife, and I’ll explain."
But now, Lin Mubai was not interested in listening to any of his nonsense. He directly hung up the phone. Then, looking at his wife, his eyes showed some apprehension. You see, just a moment ago, he was confidently assuring her nothing was wrong at the company, yet now he was caught red-handed.
