She greeted softly: "Uncle Jin..."
Uncle Jin is the driver of the old man of the Li family. He has been with the old man of the Li family for many years and is a person whom the Li family trusts very much.
The moment she saw this person, Lin Yiran's heart skipped a beat, and she had a very bad premonition.
Although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, Lin Yiran knew how stiff the smile on her face was.
She could only pretend to not care at all.
Sitting in the car, Lin Yiran's eyes were always staring out the window, her fingers tightly holding the seat belt beside her.
At this moment, panic was written on her face.
Uncle Jin had a very strict mouth, and kept silent about the affairs of the old man of the Li family. He was also tight-lipped about the matters he confessed to him.
Lin Yiran didn't want to waste her time asking him. At least in the past few years in the Li family, Uncle Jin had always been very good to her.
She is self-aware and does not want to trouble others at this time.
As the vehicle drove further and further away, Lin Yiran looked at the gradually disappearing city buildings outside the window, and her heartbeat could not help but accelerate, almost to the point of jumping to her throat.
Her hands holding the seat belt were shaking a little, and her eyes showed a timid look.
Lin Yiran bit her thin lips tightly, timidity and fear still occupied her whole heart.
Just when she was about to speak, the vehicle slowly stopped.
Finally, we parked in the middle of the open-air parking lot.
Lin Yiran raised her eyes and saw this special teahouse located in the suburbs.
The words teahouse on the plaque gave Lin Yiran a little peace of mind.
Now she at least knows that the old man of the Li family just wants to talk to her, not to sell her...
Lin Yiran walked out of the car slowly. The fear in her heart could not calm down for a long time, so she could only follow Uncle Jin into the teahouse.
The waiter did not ask, but nodded politely to Uncle Jin, and then stretched out his hand to guide Uncle Jin to the private room of the tea house.
The moment he opened the door, Uncle Jin took a few steps back: "Ms. Lin, please leave your mobile phone to me for safekeeping temporarily."
Lin Yiran bit her thin lips tightly, raised her eyes and stared angrily: "Why..."
There was no emotion on Uncle Jin's face. He just stretched out his hand, waiting for Lin Yiran to take the initiative to put the phone in his hand.
Lin Yiran turned off her cell phone and handed it to Uncle Jin, but the Li family still didn't want to believe her.
When Lin Yiran walked into the box, Uncle Jin stepped back and closed the door.
The old man of the Li family straightened his back and sat across from me, sipping tea. He pointed at the empty seat in front of him and motioned for Lin Yiran to sit down: "What is Miss Lin busy with, so she is reluctant to leave my building at this time."
His words were full of blatant sarcasm.
Actually, I want to say that the relationship between Lin Yiran and Gu Qingmo is not right.
Lin Yiran pursed her lips, sat down, and glanced at the cup in front of Mr. Li's family.
It was obvious that there was someone else in the room before she came.
She pretended to look at the box casually and found that there was no place to hide people.
It seemed that the man had left before she came.
The tea cup is still steaming. This person has just left and is still in this teahouse. He is just hiding in another box.
Lin Yiran lowered her eyes with indifference: "Grandpa called me here so late. Is there something wrong?"
She knew that her questions were unnecessary, so she just coughed a few times, wanting to know what kind of medicine this old man, who looked kind but was actually sinister and cunning, was selling in his gourd.
Mr. Li smiled softly: "Han Xuan went to find you a few days ago. I asked him to go."

Chapter completed!