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Goods?

If that batch of goods gets seized, the Lang Family is probably finished.

Who do we go to?

Lang Yimo thought for a moment. "Dad, maybe right now in Capital City he’s the only one who can help us."

But the downside is that from now on the Lang Family will have to cling to him.

"He?" Father Lang frowned. "Second Young Master has been acting more and more erratically these past few years."

If they have to cling to him, will the Lang Family ever see the light of day again?

But right now, it seems there’s no other way.

We originally thought the Lang Family could flourish under his lead, but we never expected this.

Only, if Yang Yunhai makes a move, how could he possibly give the Lang Family any room to breathe? Go to Second Young Master?

It’s useless no matter who you go to.

It’d be even better if they went to Zhou Ziran—if he dared to take this on, Yang Yunhai has the ability to break his hands.

Let’s see who still dares to scheme against him after that.

As for that Old Wang, if he has the guts to scheme against him, then he better have the guts to withstand his retaliation.

"Spare him?" Yang Yunhai stood up and walked to the man in front of him. The pressure rolled in like a crashing wave, leaving the mediator who spoke with no strength to resist at all.

"Do you even know what would’ve happened if I’d fallen for his trap that night?"

Yang Yunhai stared coldly at the man. "I really didn’t know your relationship with Old Wang was that good."

So is he going to end up on Yang Yunhai’s blacklist too?

Thinking of this, the mediator started to regret it.

There’s no reason to get himself dragged down over somebody else.

"Young Master Hai, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have come." Without thinking, the mediator slapped himself twice. "I was being stupid."

"Since you know you were stupid, then don’t come around here again," Yang Yunhai said mildly. "In Capital City, don’t let me see you ever again."

Which meant he wouldn’t be able to stay in Capital City anymore.

"Yes, thank you, Young Master Hai." The mediator wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke.

In his heart, he silently lit a candle for Old Wang.

Of all the people he could’ve offended, he just had to provoke Yang Yunhai.

Yang Yunhai was making a big show of this; basically, whoever got involved in this matter, he’d target them. That sent a clear signal: he was truly furious. Anyone who dared to meddle, he wouldn’t hesitate to turn on them.

So would Zhou Ziran dare to take over the Lang Family?

Even with a massive cake laid out in front of him, once he thought about Yang Yunhai’s methods in the past, better to forget it.

The Lang Family rose rapidly, and just as rapidly fell into decline.

"No, it’s not supposed to be like this." At the Lang Family, Lang Yimo shouted angrily.

"I am the female lead, my life isn’t supposed to turn out like this." Why hadn’t the halo of a reborn person appeared on her? Or were all those novels she read in her last life just lying?

There had to be something wrong somewhere.

Lang Yimo, eyes bloodshot, tried to figure out where exactly things had gone off track.

That’s it.

She suddenly remembered.

In her last life, Gu Lingling simply didn’t exist.

So why is it that in this life, the one married to Yang Yunhai is Gu Lingling and not Lang Lang?

The problem definitely lies with this Gu Lingling.

Could she be just like me?

Thinking of this, Lang Yimo couldn’t stay calm anymore.

That damned woman, that Xiao San.

"Lang Lang, do you know that Gu Lingling is absolutely not some good person? She stole your husband." Lang Yimo practically screamed at Lang Lang, like she’d gone mad. "Don’t let her fool you."

"She’s just a Xiao San."

"What’s a Xiao San?" Lang Lang looked at the rabid-dog-like Lang Yimo and smiled. "Fool me? You mean she tricked me into going to that hotel and arranged a homeless man for me?"

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