Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare

Chapter 1131 - 1150: Can’t Find An Nan (14)

Han Xiayang and Lin Mubai exchanged a knowing look, then both cast questioning glances at his face.

Ouyang Lei didn’t keep them in suspense any longer and directly revealed what he had discovered: "That woman is an employee of Zhan Qiyi’s company. You know Zhan Qiyi, right? I believe I don’t need to explain further."

In Han Xiayang and Lin Mubai’s dark eyes, there was an instant flash of gloom at the mention of the name. I don’t need to explain further for them; they are extremely familiar with him. Han Xiayang might be a bit less familiar with that man, but for Lin Mubai, he couldn’t be more familiar. For any man, no rival in love is easy to forget, especially one as potentially formidable as this.

Upon hearing this familiar name, Lin Mubai’s expression turned grim, and as the two men beside him continued to delve deeper into conversation, his face became increasingly gloomy. Finally, he interrupted them with a shout, stopping their discussion: "Enough, you can shut up now. I know what you mean, you just want to upset me more, right? Well, let me tell you, you’ve succeeded, and very much so, so my mood is quite bad right now."

The underlying meaning was clear: My mood is quite bad right now; you’d better not provoke me, or there will be consequences.

The warning was so obvious that anyone who wasn’t an idiot could hear it.

Han Xiayang and Ouyang Lei considered themselves smart people, and naturally, wouldn’t pull the tiger’s whiskers. Both quickly and wisely changed the subject: "I’ll go check if Zhan Qiyi has come to S City. If he’s here, then just by investigating him, we can definitely find the whereabouts of those women."

Han Xiayang’s words immediately received Zhan Qiyi’s support: "Right, right, I’ll go with you to investigate now, Young Master Lin you just wait here for the answers, we’ll be back soon."

The two men finished speaking and left the room as if fleeing.

Standing in the hotel corridor, the two men exchanged glances filled with amusement.

But the only one who might have the last laugh was Ouyang Lei, as Han Xiayang was laughing gleefully, he didn’t forget to take a jab: "Have you figured out how to deal with the situation with that woman? Meng Qi is not someone easily fooled; she never likes to force things when it comes to feelings. You might want to guess—what’s she feeling about you now?"

Han Xiayang was already anxious, and hearing this made him even more uneasy: "Enough, don’t say any more." He’s already troubled enough, and this bastard is still gloating, it’s really uncalled for.

Just because he asked Ouyang to stop talking, doesn’t mean he will. That would be such poor taste, not Ouyang Lei’s style.

So when he was about to continue talking, Han Xiayang couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted him once more: "Ouyang Lei, shut up. How are you still that cool-headed Director? You’ve become just like a marketplace woman, and it makes me want to hit you."

Marketplace woman?

Ouyang Lei’s mouth twitched slightly.