Chapter 1398 - 1399: What Should We Do?

Yang Yunhai clutched his hand, the feel of Gu Lingling’s small hand still seemed to linger.

Thinking about today’s events, his face could almost drop ice.

It seems that he has been too gentle these years, so these people have forgotten his methods.

The Lang Family, huh?

Yang Yunhai’s lips curved slightly.

Before Lang Yimo even thought about how to deal with Gu Lingling, she was urgently called back by her own father.

"You... why are you here?" Seeing Lang Lang, Lang Yimo reacted as if she had seen a ghost.

Wasn’t she supposed to still be in that shabby hotel, entangled with that tramp?

How could she be standing here perfectly fine?

Moreover, she seemed to be completely unharmed.

Lang Yimo thought about the burning pain in a certain part of her lower body, and she was inexplicably furious.

"Was it you who did this?" She stepped forward to give Lang Lang a slap but was caught by her.

"Did what?" Lang Lang sneered, "So you’re admitting that tonight’s incident was your design? Lang Yimo, don’t treat everyone as fools."

"So what if I did design it?" Lang Yimo broke free.

"See," Lang Lang turned back to the grim-faced Father Lang, "this is your good daughter."

"Look at what you’ve done." Father Lang slapped her directly.

"Dad, you actually hit me." Lang Yimo cried, covering her face in disbelief.

"Let’s talk things through, don’t jump to conclusions." Lang Yimo’s mother hurried over to shield her, "Besides, aren’t all our current achievements thanks to Yimo?"

She looked at Lang Lang with hatred.

This damned girl only knows how to sow discord.

As they spoke, the phone rang.

"What? The warehouse has been sealed." Father Lang said in shock, "Haven’t we already settled things with customs?"

"We don’t know, please come over and take a look." The person on the other end said anxiously.

"What got sealed?" Lang Yimo’s mom asked cautiously.

"The warehouse." Father Lang closed his eyes.

"It can’t be that warehouse, right?" Lang Yimo was also a bit taken aback and asked.

"Heh, what did you think?" Father Lang sneered, glancing at the mother and daughter, then said to Lang Yimo, "You were the one overseeing this shipment, now tell me the truth, is there any issue?"

The warehouse at their place had transported goods before, and after smoothing things over with customs, they occasionally dealt with some contraband, though Father Lang was timid and didn’t dare to go too big.

Even so, they made a lot of money, one could say, the Lang Family rose from here.

"I..." Lang Yimo dared not speak.

Even though she reincarnated, she was still a girl with little experience, and despite having memories of her past life, in that life she only knew about eating, drinking, and having fun, never truly dealing with such big businesses.

Now, with such a situation unfolding, she panicked.

"Dad, what should we do now?" Lang Yimo cried, no longer caring about the pain on her face, "The important thing now is to secure that batch of goods."

"Goods? You’re still thinking about that batch of goods?" Father Lang didn’t know what to say, "What we need to think about now is finding someone to see if we can save the Lang Family."

What do those goods matter?

As long as people are safe, money can always be earned again.

"What exactly did you bring in with this batch?" Father Lang asked.

He knew Lang Yimo was always bold, just hoping it wasn’t too outrageously big.