Mrs. Yan sat down slowly on the other side.

In the end, Mrs. Han broke the quiet atmosphere, and the words "Here is here."

Mrs. Yan spoke out, "Yeah."

"I haven't sat together like this for many years and drank too much," said Mrs. Han.

At this time, the door of the private room was knocked, and the waiter brought in a drink and put it in front of Mrs. Yan.

Not coffee, but a cup of corn juice.

Mrs. Han: "I don't know, it's up to your taste."

Mrs. Yan doesn’t like to drink coffee.

In the past, when she was young, Mrs. Yan especially liked to use corn to juice and drink it as a hot drink.

Seeing that cup of corn juice, Mrs. Yan's lips curled up rarely, "Want to make corn juice for you, and smash someone's signature?"

"You have to get the signboard you want, right?" Mrs. Han replied.

It feels much easier to let go of your past grievances and grievances and let yourself go.

"Let's talk about the two children first." Mrs. Han then spoke, "The betrothal gift you asked us was the entire south. Now I can give it to you."

Mrs. Yan had no expression.

She took out a file, put it on the table, and handed it over, "Although you didn't say it, the dowry you want may be the entire north."

It was the file that was very fiercely grabbed by the north and south that night.

Qi Moye gave the files to the north, and Mrs. Han was quite angry.

Now, Mrs. Yan actually took the initiative to take out the important files, which was very surprising.

"Since that's the case, this thing doesn't have to exist." Mrs. Han smiled, picked up the file, and tore it off in person, "We are recruiting in the south."
Chapter completed!