"You… Aren't you afraid that I'll tell the Nangong family?" Han Guosheng was anxious. He went forward and patted the car window. "If that happens, you'll be despised."
"Go." Nangong Jue lowered the car window. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Then, President Han, do you need me to tell you Nangong Rongyao's private number?"
Han Guosheng's expression was very ugly.
"No need? Then I'll leave first. See you later." Nangong Jue rolled up the window and left.
"Bastard!" Han Guosheng cursed softly, but there was nothing he could do. He originally thought that he would definitely win this time, but he didn't expect…
In the car, Nangong Jue's expression instantly darkened. He made a call. "Ah Yi, investigate. There's a mole." With that, he hung up.
