Chapter 239: Don't just thank me I want a reward

Young Master Han wasn’t afraid of her knife at all.

He didn’t even show a hint of fear, slightly raised an eyebrow, and laughed, “Who are you trying to scare?

I’d rather you paralyze me.”

Young Master Han insisted on sitting next to Nan Jiaojiao and clearly saw her suddenly frown and display a slightly impatient expression.

His heart paused for a moment, but he still sat down with a testing attitude.

Yet before his butt even touched the sofa, he was kicked away.

If he hadn’t had a stable stance, he would have fallen flat on his face.

“Damn!

You really kicked me?

You’re so harsh on me!”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him an indifferent glance and couldn’t be bothered to exchange words.

Clearly, before he arrived, she had been talking to Lu Zhenzhen with a range of expressions on her little face, some of which he had never seen before.

Lu Zhenzhen’s eyes darted back and forth, clear as a mirror inside, and she laughed, “Young Master Han, my darling has quite a nice temper; please be patient.”

“Patient, of course I’ll be patient!”

But agreeing that she has a nice temper, that’s hard for him to subscribe to.

“But since your precious darling won’t let me sit with her, how about I keep Miss Lu company instead?”

Lu Zhenzhen’s smile was a mix of amusement and sarcasm, “My Ah Zhe is quite strict, and gets jealous easily, but if Young Master Han doesn’t mind, come over and sit.”

Anyway, it wasn’t her who would suffer in the end.

Young Master Han was really struggling to hold back.

One by one, they were all so intentionally or unintentionally disdainful.

He simply moved a stool for himself to sit in the hallway, beckoned a waiter over, and ordered a few specialty dishes.

“Consider me an intrusion.

I’ll cover the expenses for tonight.”

“Really?” Lu Zhenzhen looked at him with a smile, “You’re not an outsider, Young Master Han, so we won’t stand on ceremony with you.”

Young Master Han wanted to say please don’t stand on ceremony, but before he could elaborate, Lu Zhenzhen turned to ask the waiter for two bottles of Conti.

“Miss Lu, I remember Jiaojiao doesn’t drink alcohol.”

“She doesn’t, but I do, and so does my Ah Zhe.

I’ll take some back for him later.”

Young Master Han’s mouth twitched and he smiled, “Alright, take a few more bottles later, consider them a meeting gift for Mr.

Gao.”

Lu Zhenzhen glanced at him with a smirk and the corner of her mouth twitched, thinking who wants your meeting gift, isn’t this just an easy mark to take advantage of?

Halfway through the meal, Young Master Han took out his phone, flipped through it, stopped on a certain page, and handed it to Nan Jiaojiao.

“Got these from Kang Xiangyue.

She had someone tail you for a while and took quite a few photos of you and Bo Yanching, as well as of me.

There were also a few drafted posts in the inbox, planning to expose you to the media and ruin you, but I stopped it.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingertips slid over the screen a few times, deleting photo by photo, then pushed the phone back to Young Master Han.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, her cold eyes sharpening slightly, “Delete the backups.”

“There are no backups.

Everything was here, and Kang Xiangyue doesn’t have any either; you just deleted them.”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Thanks.”

This was the only pleasant look she gave him all evening.

Young Master Han leaned in closer, “Don’t just thank me, I expect a reward.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a wasted trip for me.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze turned stern, growing a bit annoyed, “Speak.”

Young Master Han chuckled and finally ate the steak that had been sitting on his fork for ages, “I won’t trouble you.

I’ll give you an address.

Go there tomorrow to fetch something for me and bring it to me.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “Can’t you fetch it yourself?”

“I’m tied up, okay?

Don’t look at me like this; I’m the president of a listed company after all, very busy.”