"Great!" Han Jifeng left, and Ling Shanshan happily looked in the mirror and put powder on her face.
"Hmph." Seeing her like this, Mu Yanqing snorted coldly and said, "Sister Shanshan, let me tell you, what are your plans?"
"What do you brats know?" Ling Shanshan snorted coldly, "Dahan has a group of exclusive models. If Xiaoyu goes to work, he can arrange for me to walk in the show. As long as I join the Dahan Group, Han Jifeng will be my Ling
It’s in Shanshan’s pocket.”
"..." After hearing this, Mu Yanqing shook her head and sighed in her heart, this woman really loves to daydream.
"Xiaoyu, please listen to me. You must work hard and get me into the main show. Maybe I can become the spokesperson of Korean clothing like Xu Huixing. Okay, you have a good rest, I am going to exercise
Now, get ready to be a model in Korea, bye."
Seeing her posing and leaving, Mu Yanqing shook her head.
"Yanyan, there is something I want to tell you." There were only two people left in the ward, and Ling Tongyu decided to tell her good friends everything.
"What did you say? Han Jifeng is..." After listening to Ling Tongyu's narration, Mu Yanqing stood up in surprise. The news was so shocking, she lowered her voice and asked, "You said Han Jifeng was the one six years ago
That strange man is Xiaoxi’s biological father.”
Ling Tongyu nodded.
"Oh, my God, this... this news is so impactful and shocking that I can't digest it at once. However, I finally understand why Tiantian has extraordinary courage and wisdom beyond his years.
It turns out that Han Jifeng's blood flows in her bones. She graduated from Harvard Business School with first place at the age of seventeen. At the age of eighteen, she served as the vice president of Korea International, the largest chaebol group in the country. At the age of twenty-three, she officially took over the entire Korea.
The man who started the group and became the president of the group." Mu Yanqing remembered that Xiaoxi actually ran to find Han Jifeng alone and moved him over to save Lexuan, and she couldn't help but marvel. An ordinary little kid was five years old.
You don’t even know how to wipe your butt!
Ling Tongyu sighed, and when she thought of Xiaoxi, she felt deeply helpless and melancholy.
"What if he knows that Xiaoxi is his daughter and still doesn't know what will happen? Yanyan, what should I do now?"
"Xiao Yu." Mu Yanqing carefully held her friend's injured hand, "Don't you think that father and daughter have a kind of fate? Now, Han Jifeng has promised to provide you with a job. I think, for Xiao Xi, you
Why not try harder? After all, a child without a father is very pitiful."
Looking into his friend's eyes, Ling Tongyu's heart became more conflicted than ever.
Fuyuan.
This is the ancestral house of the Han family. It has three floors. Each floor has an area of nearly a thousand square meters. It is antique and has a history of nearly two hundred years. The ancestors of the Han family once lived in the first rank. It is said that this ancestral house was a reward from the emperor.
of.
However, Han Jifeng had moved out of his ancestral home eight years ago. He would occasionally come back to have a meal with his grandfather Han Shitian, or take a walk, read a book, grow flowers, and play chess.
When Han Jifeng's father married into the Han family, Han Jifeng took his mother's surname. However, when he was eight years old, his parents both passed away due to an accident.
When Han Jifeng's car approached Fuyuan, the antique carved door, said to be worth fifty million, slowly opened. The car drove into Fuyuan and stopped. Han Jifeng got out of the car.
The butler immediately stepped forward, bowed and said, "Young Master, you are back."
"Yes." Han Jifeng nodded slightly and asked, "Where is grandpa?"
"The old man recently acquired an antique from the Song Dynasty. Miss Ye is appreciating it with him in the study. The old man said that when the young master comes back, please go to the study to find him." The housekeeper took the coat handed over by Han Jifeng and replied.
"Yes." Han Jifeng walked into the ancestral house. This large room exuded a classic atmosphere, and every furnishing inside was priceless.
Han Jifeng walked straight to the door of Han Shitian's study, raised his hand and knocked on the door——
"Come in." An old, but still energetic voice came through the crack in the door, and Han Jifeng opened the door and walked in.