When the birthday party was about to end, a middle-aged man suddenly came to Yang Chen's side.
"Mr. Yang, we, Mr. Han, have invited you!"
The middle-aged man who spoke was Han Ye's bodyguard. His temples were slightly protruding and he had a strong aura. He was obviously a master.
Yang Chen frowned slightly. Although he knew Han Xiaotian and Han Feifei, he had never said a word to Han Ye.
What does he want to do with himself?
"good!"
Although he was doubtful, he still wanted to pay a visit even for the sake of Han Xiaotian and Han Feifei.
Under the leadership of the bodyguard, Yang Chen soon met Han Ye in a room on the second floor of the banquet hall.
At this time, Han Ye, wearing a navy blue dress, was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the beautiful scenery of the Han family manor.
"Mr. Han, Mr. Yang is here!"
The middle-aged bodyguard warned, then stepped aside.
"Hello Uncle Han!"
Yang Chen took the initiative to say hello.
Han Ye then turned around and looked at Yang Chen.
Although he is over fifty years old, he still looks very young. When he was young, he must have been a handsome guy at the level of a school boy.
Han Ye looked at Yang Chen expressionlessly, showing no emotion or anger.
But Yang Chen could feel that the way Han Ye looked at him seemed a little unkind.
"The name Yang Chen is really like thunder!"
After Han Ye looked at Yang Chen for a few seconds, he finally spoke.
Since the other party doesn't want to see him, Yang Chen naturally won't be very enthusiastic and said lightly: "I wonder why Uncle Han came to me for something?"
For this kind of person, it's better to get straight to the point.
There was no expression on Han Ye's angular face, and he said: "Yang Chen, male, twenty-seven years old, an abandoned son of the Yuwen family in Yandu, married into the Qin family of Jiangzhou five years ago, and has offended Jiangzhou one after another.
The Wei family and the Zhuang family later offended the Meng family in the provincial capital."
Hearing Han Ye tell everything about his apparent situation, Yang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.
He didn't mind others investigating him, but Han Ye said it in front of him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"I wonder what Uncle Han wants to express?"
Yang Chen said in a calm tone.
"I'm not familiar with you, you'd better call me Mr. Han!" Han Ye said.
What he said did not give him any face at all.
Yang Chen didn't speak, his face was neither sad nor happy, it was full of calm and composure that was inconsistent with his age.
"I don't care what your purpose is in getting close to my daughter, but I still want to remind you not to have any extravagant expectations for her, because you are far from worthy of her!"
Han Ye suddenly spoke, his eyes full of indifference.
"Mr. Han, I'm afraid you may have misunderstood something!"
Yang Chen spoke.
Apparently, Han Feifei publicly stated that she liked Yang Chen in the banquet hall before, which caused Han Ye to misunderstand.
"Whether there is any misunderstanding, you know it yourself!" Han Ye said.
"My daughter is over four years old, why do I covet your daughter?" Yang Chen sneered.
Previously, when Chen Yinghao and Guan Xuesong told him that although Han Xiaotian had long established Han Ye as the heir to the family, he still refused to delegate power because Han Ye was incapable, Yang Chen was still a little suspicious.
Now, he finally understood that Han Ye was indeed not qualified to be the head of the Han family.
It is said that a tiger father has no dog sons, but this is not absolutely true.