Mo Ran didn't let Lao Liang send her back to the hotel, and took a taxi back by herself, because she had a few glasses of wine, she had a terrible headache, and she collapsed on the bed and wanted to sleep as soon as she entered the room.

The phone kept ringing in the bag.

She thought it was Lao Liang's soul-chasing call, but she didn't want to pay attention to it, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

When I woke up, it was already twelve o'clock in the night, and the mobile phone was still calling in the bag, so I had to get out of bed and take out the mobile phone to answer.

The call was not from Lao Liang, but from Xu Haichang.

Mo Ran woke up with a spirit, and asked him angrily what was the matter with the phone call in the middle of the night.

"Mo Ran, you are clever enough, you still have twenty seconds to answer the phone at twelve o'clock, otherwise these beautiful photos should be uploaded to the Internet. Xu Haichang's rogue voice drilled into his ears, and Mo Ran felt that his brain hurt even more.

"What do you want to do? I gave you the house and the company, you should be content. Mo Ran asked him.

"Mo Ran, people's hearts are greedy, I didn't hesitate to be a duck for money, I have served you for three years, do you think I have the opportunity to get more money, will I give up? You are so naïve. Xu Haichang said shamelessly.

"You have already talked to Lao Liang, but he refuses to give you shares, what do you want?" Mo Ran asked him.

"Give me your five percent shares. Xu Haichang said unashamedly.

Mo Ran was shocked: "How do you know that I have a stake in KMC?"

She does have five percent of the shares in her hand, which is the bonus given to her by Lao Liang after KMC went public in the United States. She didn't take it seriously at the time, and directly asked Lao Liang to help her manage it, so much so that she almost forgot about it all these years.

"Mo Ran, you old concubine treats you well, for your reputation, status, and money, he doesn't care, you won't and don't care, right? Let him fall from heaven to hell? You are not such a ruthless person, right?" Xu Haichang's teasing voice came from the mobile phone.

Mo Ran wanted to follow the radio waves and kill him.

"What do you want?" Mo Ran asked him.

"I'm at home, give you fifteen minutes to come back, let's have a good talk, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. Xu Haichang said in a fierce tone and hung up the phone.

Mo Ran went to the bathroom expressionlessly, washed his face, put on light makeup, put the fruit knife on the table into his bag, and walked out of the hotel.

She knew in her heart what he wanted to do, but she wouldn't let him succeed, if he dared to force her, then the net would be broken and the game would be over!

On the steps outside the hotel sat a lonely middle-aged man, holding a cigarette in his hand, which shimmered like stars in the dark night without stars.

His figure was completely shrouded in a faint smoke, with piles of cigarette butts at his feet.

Mo Ran took a few steps over, gritted his teeth and pushed him on the shoulder: "You old madman!"

"Go, go to the supermarket over there and buy me a pack of cigarettes, the last one. Lao Liang's body shook with her hand, and he commanded her in a calm tone.

"Stop smoking, haven't you quit smoking? When did you smoke again?" Mo Ran sat down beside him, clasped his hands on his knees, and said in a sad tone.

"Where are you going? Negotiate with Xu Haichang?" Lao Liang turned his head to look at her, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of tobacco came out.

Mo Ran found a piece of gum from his bag and gave it to him.

"Mo Xiaoran, I'm really sad, since when did you stop believing in my abilities?When I handed you over to that bastard three years ago?"