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The waitress looked at the ordinary-dressed young man in surprise. Although there was a trace of disdain deep in her eyes, she still politely asked, "Does the sir have an appointment?"

Yang Ling smiled faintly: "It should be someone who has made an appointment. May I ask where Liu Muhan sits?"

"Dong Liu!"

The waitress was taken aback, and then hurriedly said: "Are you Mr. Yang from Dong Liu?"

"Ah, I'll take you there!"

Upon learning that Yang Ling and Liu Muhan knew each other, the attitude of the waitress suddenly became enthusiastic.

After a while, she led Yang Ling to a remote corner of the coffee shop. There was already five people waiting on a round table there.

An elder who dressed casually, but at first glance, was sitting in the main seat, smiling at himself.

Sitting on either side of him were a man and a woman. The man was about twenty-six or seventeen years old, dressed in suits, and handsome, but his eyes were full of indifference and an unnoticeable hostility.

Another woman was dressed in light black casual clothes, with her long hair casually draped, and her face was truly beautiful. This woman was Liu Muhan.

Yang Ling asked himself to have seen many beautiful women, but whether it was an ex-girlfriend, a little nurse or a beautiful anchor, compared with this big beauty, they were a bit eclipsed.

Only Su Qiuxia, the policewoman, can to  compare her.

But the big beauty looked at her with unkind eyes.

And a beautiful girl next to her simply looked at Yang Ling with contempt, her eyes seemed to say, just a poor boy like you is worthy of Liu Muhan?

The waitress retired very wittily, and the first person who spoke was not Mr. Liu on the main seat, but Liu Muhan.

She hummed softly: "You are late."

"I hate people who are late, so please go through the divorce with me later."

The first sentence of the meeting is to start a divorce.

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and looked at the clock hanging in the hall. It said 2:03. So, it was three minutes late.

He smiled slightly and said, "Dong Liu, we are not married yet, what divorce procedures should we go through?"

"If you are not happy to disagree with me, just leave."

When this remark came out, everyone present was taken aback.

In the presence of Mr. Liu, this kid dared to speak like this. Was he ignorant or ignorant?

The young man sneered, and the beautiful girlfriend beside Liu Muhan sneered. She didn't know how many times she had seen this way of eyeballing.

Liu Muhan glanced at Yang Ling and said, "Okay, I won't be with you!"

Speaking of getting up and leaving, but as soon as he made a move, Old Man Liu frowned and said, "Sit down."

Hearing this, the woman gritted her teeth and looked at Yang Ling bitterly. After tangling for a while, she finally sat back honestly.

Old man Liu chuckled and said, "Xiao Yang, my granddaughter has a bad temper and makes you laugh."

"By the way, shall we introduce ourselves?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "The old man is polite. How can you not know the famous names?"

"You have dedicated your life to the motherland, and everyone admires your old man."

With that, he looked at Liu Muhan and said, "Dong Liu often appears on TV. He is a well-known young entrepreneur in the country or the number one beauty in Jiangnan Province. Who doesn't know him?"

Liu Muhan just looked at Yang Ling indifferently when he heard this, without saying a word.