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Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao-Chapter 28 - 40: Arrival of the Male God
Chapter 28: Chapter 40: Arrival of the Male God
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Uncle, kill her! Kill her, nobody will know about it anyway.” Xie Tianli cried, hoping Professor Li would come to her rescue.
Thinking of how beautiful Gu Chuyan was, she felt aggrieved. Why should Gu Chuyan lead such a good life? This is how women’s minds work, they don’t like being overshadowed by others.
In the M Group headquarters, in the president’s office.
Xiao Mohan sat in the luxurious office, on an intricately carved chair. He held a document in his hand, his brows furrowed, thin lips tightly pressed into a fine line. He reached out to grip the coffee cup, but his hand accidentally hit the cup. The coffee spilled across the desk!
With a “bang,” the cup fell and shattered on the floor.
Xiao Mohan’s brows furrowed even tighter as he looked at the stained documents, lost in thought.
“Master, what happened?” Hearing the noise, Han Changqing pushed open the office door and walked in quickly.
He saw the stained document and the broken cup!
Xiao Mohan grabbed a tissue and began to wipe the document. Once Han Changqing finished picking up the shattered pieces, he said, “Master, I’ll make you another cup.”
“No need.” Xiao Mohan lifted his wrist and looked at his watch; it was already eleven o’clock! The rain outside the window seemed to have no intention of stopping. fr eewebn ovel.com
“What time will he arrive?” Xiao Mohan asked.
“Master, probably at twelve o’clock.” Han Changqing answered.
Xiao Mohan rose from his chair, reached for his overcoat, and said, “Let’s go ahead.”
“Yes.” Han Changqing didn’t understand why he wanted to leave early, but he knew better than to question Xiao Mohan’s decision.
After they got into the car, Han Changqing drove the extended Rolls-Royce on the highway of S City.
Sitting in the back seat, Xiao Mohan stared out of the window at the rain, looking somewhat restless. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Master, are you not feeling well? Do you need to rest?” Han Changqing, who was driving, saw his movements in the rearview mirror and immediately asked with concern.
“No need.” , Xiao Mohan answered.
The luxurious Rolls-Royce drove through the rain, splashing water.
Xiao Mohan looked at the raindrops on the window. He leaned back on the car seat when he suddenly saw the words “S City Art Academy.”
“Stop!”
“Screech.” Han Changqing immediately hit the brakes and turned back to ask, “Master, what are your orders?”
Xiao Mohan looked to the right, his fingertips tapping twice on the armrest.
“Is she in school?”
“Yes! I personally sent the mistress to school in the morning.” Han Changqing answered.
Xiao Mohan lifted his wrist, looked at the time, and picked up his mobile phone. He dialed her number, but it was switched off!
“Let’s go take a look.” Xiao Mohan said.
The education in the Xiao Family had always been independent. They would have special professors to teach them. Xiao Mohan achieved his double doctorate degrees and mastered eight foreign languages at the age of fifteen! But he had never set foot in a school before. He suddenly wanted to see what it was like for her to go to school.
The man stepped into the campus, looking at the environment and the people coming and going, he frowned. There were too many people and it was too mixed, not as good as he had imagined.
“Yes.”
The luxurious Rolls-Royce drove straight in and stopped in front of the teaching building. Some students, witnessing the scene, gathered not far away to watch.
“Master, please.” Han Changqing opened an umbrella and walked around the car to open the door.
Xiao Mohan extended his long legs and gracefully got out of the car. Han Changqing held the umbrella over him and walked briskly beside him. Under Han Changqing’s direction, he headed for the third floor.
“Please, please…” The professor was in the middle of a lecture and wanted to inquire about whom he was looking for..
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