Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

"What's the meaning?"

"Nothing, let's go, Xiaoyu should have prepared lunch waiting for us."

"Uh...really?"

Is it an illusion? What’s going on with this tone of naturally calling me to come home for dinner...

[My love is too stupid and too naive...]

Meng Lang's cell phone rang, and Meng Lang picked up the phone.

"Hello! Mr. Meng, I'm Tony from Galaxy Securities."

"Uh...hello."

Meng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang and subconsciously lowered the volume.

"Mr. Meng, I would like to ask about your investment..."

"Stop it! Don't ask, it's unprofessional to ask."

"Wha...dudu!"

"Who?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's an advertising call for selling a house. You said I'm so poor, how can I have money to buy a house? It's really funny!"

Lin Haitang cast a strange look over.
Chapter completed!