C8 Termination

"I don't believe you!"

Zhan Sijue's thin lips parted slightly, and his hawk-like black eyes suddenly stared at her.

He could still smell the faint scent of gardenia in the air. It had to be said that it was very attractive to him.

In just a few short words, Ning Xi clenched her beautiful five fingers tightly, and her knuckles turned slightly white.

"I know. I will take the initiative to withdraw from this project. Please rest assured, Mr. Zhan. "

She forced herself to straighten her back. She knew that there would not be any results if they continued talking.

Zhan Sijue did not expect her to be so straightforward.

"It's my son's decision to appoint you. Hiring you is my decision. You should know how to reply. "

Zhan Chenye had always been estranged from him, and he didn't want to argue over such a small matter.

Ning Xi's eyes did not avoid him, but directly met him.

"I will tell Little Young Master that it is because I am not feeling well and am unable to adapt to the program. "

"You can leave now. "

"Okay. " Ning Xi did not hesitate to turn around and leave, but when she reached the door, she was not willing to give up. She mustered her courage and gritted her teeth. She said, "Mr. Zhan, isn't it too superficial to judge a person's talent based on their academic qualifications?"

When Ah Che heard this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. This Miss Ning was accusing Young Master Jue of discriminating against people with low academic qualifications?

She was extremely bold!

"I am not superficial to others. I am only superficial to you. "

Zhan Sijue's words that did not have any warmth came over. Ning Xi clenched her fists hatefully. Anger lingered in her chest. Was it because she said yesterday that he was very similar to Zhan Shaohui?

But that was clearly the truth.

Who gave him the courage to be so narcissistic? Who gave him the courage to deliberately approach and hit on him?

Ning Xi's face was filled with anger. She was simply angered to death.

But she also figured out why Baobei was so similar to him.

Zhan Shaohui and him were relatives. How could they not be similar?

Just as Ning Xi left, Zhan Sijue's phone rang.

He answered. It was the chief steward of Zhan's Residence, Uncle Sang.

Uncle Sang's voice was respectful and honest. "Young Master Jue, Little Young Master has been unhappy ever since he was brought back today. "

He had been in Zhan's Residence for many years and had long surpassed the status of an ordinary servant. He had long regarded Little Young Master as his family.

"Don't worry about him. He has a child's temper. " Zhan Sijue did not think it was a big deal.

Uncle Sang paused and carefully added: "But just now when we were eating, Little Young Master suddenly asked me about his mother. . . "

When Zhan Sijue heard this, his entire aura instantly became sinister.

Even through the earpiece, Uncle Sang could feel the strong pressure coming from Zhan Sijue.

"Didn't I say that Zhan's Residence prohibits mentioning that woman?"

"Little Young Master is still young. When he sees someone else having a mother, he will naturally be curious. It is also reasonable. "

"If he asks again, tell him that his mother died in a difficult birth. There is no longer this woman in the world. " Zhan Sijue impatiently pulled his tie and hung up the phone. This made Uncle Sang, who was at the other end of the phone, somewhat speechless.

In Zhan's Residence, Uncle Sang helplessly sighed.

He carefully put the phone away. His emotions were especially complicated.

Little Young Master was placed at the entrance of the Zhan's Residence. His origin was too mysterious. No one could find out who his mother was.

In these few years, although Young Master Jue had given Little Young Master all material needs, children were sensitive and sensitive. What he needed the most was the company and care of his parents.

However, Young Master Jue had created a scandal because he could not find out who had schemed against him. He had always been angry about this. He originally had no patience for his child, so Little Young Master had always been unhappy.

In the huge children's room, Zhan Chenye, whose head was pressed against the door, eavesdropped, accidentally knocked on his forehead. It hurt so much that he kept frowning.

The sound of Uncle Sang's phone was very loud.

He deliberately did not lock the door to the children's room. He heard the entire conversation between Uncle Sang and Zhan Sijue.

It was just as he had guessed. His father did not plan to tell him the identity of his mother, and even tried to deceive him that his mother was already dead.

Why did they hide it from him?

Uncle Sang heard the commotion in the children's room, and he quickly turned around and walked away.