The old man snorted coldly, "What's the matter? You still think I have to rely on you, right?"

"Let's put it bluntly! The Nangong Group really has to do with me. If you don't believe it, you can let others try. In less than half a day, all operations will stop." Nangong Yehan said without exaggeration.

Looking at the entire Flower City, who doesn't know that he, Nangong Yehan, represents the entire Nangong Group, holds first-class resources, and is the promoter of major projects. If the Nangong Group does not have him in charge, it will probably go into chaos.

Nangong Jingtian frowned, "Boy, is this the reason for your unscrupulousness? Even if Nangong Group goes bankrupt today, I will have to remove you."

"Why bother! Isn't he just a grandson? I'll get one for you and bring it back to the head office!" Nangong Yehan was too lazy to play such a boring game with him, but since he insisted, he would just take a step back.

"Really?" The old man stood up instantly and forgot about disguise.

"Ahem!" Nangong Yehan coughed twice, "Why, don't you pretend anymore? Old guy."

"Why are you pretending? I was really not in good health two days ago. No, as soon as I heard you tell me to get a grandson for me, my illness healed instantly." The old man lied. He didn't even need to type a draft, he just opened his mouth.

Come.

Nangong Yehan raised his eyebrows, "It's easy to get you a grandson. Do you want one in your twenties?"

"Who?" The old man passively entered into his conversation.

"Qiao Yu." After Nangong Yehan finished speaking, an evil smile appeared on his lips.

Just the next second, a teacup came flying towards him. Fortunately, he had taken precautions, otherwise he would have had to break up.

"You bastard, you are trying to get at me. I have a grandson in his twenties. Why don't you say you are my grandson?" The old man was so angry that veins popped up on his forehead.

If this continues, even if you are not sick, you will probably become sick due to anger.

Nangong Yehan glanced at the porcelain shards on the ground, and then shrugged indifferently, "Although you are a little behind in this generation, if you insist on doing this, then there is nothing I can do about it."

"Ye Han, what's the matter with you? You're angry with your dad as soon as you get home." A graceful middle-aged woman, probably in her forties, walked down the stairwell.

But in fact, she is almost sixty.

It's just that it's well maintained and looks younger.

"Mom, you came down just in time. You didn't bother to restrain him at home and let him do whatever he wanted." When Nangong Yehan said this, he frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness.

"What nonsense? You see, we are getting old now. It's time to hug our grandson, so as not to be laughed at all the time when we go out. What's the use of having a high-priced son? He can't even marry a woman back home." Ye Xixue said.

Then, she walked up to him and shook her head, "Look at you, you don't look shabby. Why is it so difficult to get married?"

"I was married." Nangong Yehan reminded her.

As soon as these words came out, the air froze instantly, and it felt like it had reached a critical point, and no one dared to take another step forward.

After a long time, Ye Xixue tentatively asked, "Don't you not love her?"

Because of this, she could hold back her reluctance and not interfere more with their marriage at first, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"I'm tired." Nangong Yehan avoided talking about the problem, turned around and walked upstairs.

Ye Xixue sighed lightly and turned to look at her husband, "Tell me, what does Ye Han mean?"
Chapter completed!