Second Uncle
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When Zuo Lan heard what Han Sen said, she wasn't sure if what he was telling the truth, but she understood.
The secretary could only roll her eyes and say, "This is a big business matter, and he goes to the sanctuary? And what is this attitude of yours? And what is with these children? Are you a manager or a babysitter?"
Yu Hetian looked displeased. He didn't like Han Sen at all.
Han Sen, seeing them, had to resist the urge to laugh. He wouldn't let Xie Qing King's work end up in the hands of such people, and he thought it'd be wasted on them.
Even though Han Sen did not know much about art, he knew Yu Hetian did not know much about art, either. Han Sen wanted to do something good for Xie Qing King, but he wasn't willing to give the rights of the book to such people.
"What are you smiling for?" Yu Hetian asked, sensing Han Sen's desire to laugh.