Fei Xiaoxiao used to speak up a bit, but in recent years she had completely lost the desire to speak.
Every year, new people joined Fenghua Company, so why was it only Ye Shaohua who was so busy being ordered around?
Could Shaohua really not feel this?
When Ye Shaohua received a call from Fei Xiaoxiao, she was leaning against the bus stop waiting for her bus.
"Yeah, there’s no helping it, I’ve always been short-tempered," Ye Shaohua said, lazily hooking up the corners of her lips, "I’m hanging up now, nothing important."
After speaking, she didn’t wait for Fei Xiaoxiao to respond, and directly hung up the phone.
Fei Xiaoxiao, on the other end, was shocked to see the call ended.
She didn’t expect the usually honest cousin to dare hang up on her.
Fei Xiaoxiao, angered by Ye Shaohua to the point of being completely temperless, muttered, "Forget it, I don’t want to deal with her anymore."
Such a person simply can’t be reasoned with.
Ye Shaohua, leaning against the bus stop, didn’t care about Fei Xiaoxiao’s thoughts at the moment. She lowered her eyes to look at her phone, and because of her refreshing dress, people hurriedly passing by couldn’t help turning their heads to look at her.
It was at that moment that she saw someone had added her on Whatsapp.
Ye Shaohua narrowed her eyes.
**
On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
In a seaside villa, the French windows were open, with light blue curtains half-drawn, billowing slightly in the sea breeze.
It was past five in the morning, the sky wasn’t fully bright yet, but the beach was still lively with people who partied through the night.
The man was leaning by the table next to the French window, one hand holding a half-smoked cigarette, the other resting casually on the table, while his gaze was fixed on a computer page glowing in the dark.
The search page on the computer slowly updated, then stopped.
Just then, the half-closed door was pushed open, and a well-built man in a sharp suit entered. Seeing the man by the window, he relaxed and called out, "Yungui."
Jiang Yungui spared him a glance, then casually closed his laptop and said, "Brother."
"What’s the deal with that Fei Xiaoxiao? You were the one who suddenly took an interest in teaching her, so why did you later hand her over to Uncle?" Jiang Shu frowned as he asked, "Also, do you know she’s from the Feng Family?"
"I saw her username had character and got interested," Jiang Yungui extinguished the cigarette, his expression indifferent, not elaborating further on the person in question. "I’m returning to the country tomorrow."
"You want to go back?" A trace of happiness appeared on Jiang Shu’s face. "But why did you suddenly decide to return?"
He knew his brother’s temperament well—when their grandfather had intervened, he hadn’t budged or shown any intention of returning.
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