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"Just get it done, and don't worry about anything else," Guan Su Lin said with a smile as he pulled out his phone to make a call. His mood was high, and his tone was cheerful.
The person on the other end, used to bowing and scraping to Guan Su Lin, was momentarily taken aback by his casual demeanor, feeling a bit flattered by the unexpected familiarity.
In less than three minutes, Guan Su Lin had successfully completed Zheng Yicheng's request, allowing Zheng Mengni to feel at ease and go about her business without worry.
"Thank you!" Zheng Mengni said with a sweet smile, making Guan Su Lin feel a bit dizzy from her charm.
"No need to thank me, really! Just don’t be so polite!" he replied cheerfully.
In the Guan family’s basement, there was a locked-up outsider. This was a secret known only to the four members of the Guan family. Their father had arranged a mission. Guan Miao was responsible for keeping things under wraps. Her brother took on the role of Tan Yan's eyes, reading documents, reports, news articles, and data to him.
Guan Miao was more than happy to take on the entire task herself since her brother couldn’t stand Tan Yan. Guan Qingmo’s presence in the basement as a reading machine was purely due to coercion. That scoundrel had somehow slipped something into their father’s food, causing him to betray his own son and treat him like a dog while serving their enemy!
Guan Qingmo clenched his fists so tightly that they creaked, and the document in his hands had already begun to tear. Guan Miao watched nervously, fearing that her brother might lose his temper and attack Tan Yan.
She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Tan Yan. He had already lost his sight. His warm eyes were dull and devoid of any emotion.
Tan Yan remained unfazed: "Why have you stopped reading?"
Guan Qingmo shot a glare at Guan Miao, his throat hoarse from repeating the same lines. But the thought of not properly handling the matter left him no choice but to continue.
"Stop."
Tan Yan's sudden interruption caught him off guard.
"You're driving me crazy! What now? Why are there so many issues?" Guan Qingmo snapped.
Tan Yan tapped the armrest of his chair, his voice cold and unyielding. "You read it wrong."
"I did not!" Guan Qingmo retorted stubbornly.
So what if he had read it wrong? It was intentional.
His father had asked Tan Yan to engage with the company's business as a test of his capabilities, to see if he could help the main family secure their inheritance.
Guan Qingmo would never admit that Tan Yan had any skills. He was determined to convince his father that Tan Yan was just a fraud spouting nonsense, and that they should get rid of him as soon as possible.
Tan Yan pressed him again, asking if he was sure he hadn't made a mistake.
Guan Qingmo refused to concede.
Tan Yan's tone turned even more frigid. "So you mean someone is cooking the books?"
Guan Qingmo's expression darkened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Tan Yan dismissed him with a wave, casually instructing the silent Guan Miao standing nearby, "Miss Guan, please run and ask your father to come read it himself."
Guan Miao gasped and then responded with an "oh."
She actually wanted to say that she could read it too. But since Tan Yan hadn’t asked her to do so, she didn’t dare.
Guan Qingmo rushed forward, gripping Guan Miao's shoulders tightly. "You can't go! Don't turn against us!"
Guan Miao winced in pain from his grip and retorted angrily, "But Dad said Mr. Tan is one of us now; we have to trust him."
He, a blind man, could see nothing yet dared to accuse me of misreading. Wasn't he just looking for trouble?
You still have the nerve to bring it up! If it weren't for you hitting him on the head with a steel rod, how would he have reacted?
The moment he heard the word "blind," Guan Miao completely lost his composure and forcefully shook off Guan Qingmo's restraint.
In contrast, Tan Yan, as the party involved, appeared remarkably calm. He sat there like the frigid sunlight of winter—clear yet distant. It was not blinding, but there was an undeniable sense of inaccessibility about him.
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