Master Loves His Little Beautiful Wife

2"Don't think about it! Do your experiment well, and your grandson will be safe and sound! "    4

    

Wu Han was extremely irritated. He wished that he could just kill this insensible old thing. No wonder Young Master Jiang wanted someone to 'invite' Hsu Xiaotian as a guest! "Stop talking nonsense!"    

    

"I want to see Mr. Jiaang!" Prof. Hsu stubbornly sat on the spot and simply put down the work in his hands.    

    

He kept feeling uneasy in his heart. He also felt that something had happened that he did not know!    

    

Everything in the outside world seemed to have lost contact with him.    

    

Jiaang Zhaomu had put him under house arrest. In fact, he knew that as long as Jiaang Zhaomu got what he wanted, no one in the lab would be able to live well!    

    

What he wanted now was his grandson's safety, nothing else was a big deal!    

    

"You, you... are really stubborn!" Such an attitude really pissed Wu Han half to death, but he could not say anything now.    

    

He simply glared at him fiercely, "Then I'll help you contact Young Master Jiang. If Young Master Jiang is not free, don't blame me!" He quickly took out his phone and began to contact Jiaang Zhaomu nervously.    

    

Although Jiaang Zhaomu didn't care about these people anymore, Jiaang Zhaomu still attached great importance to this research and development.    

    

He really didn't dare to offend Prof. Hsu too much. If Prof. Hsu really let go of the responsibility, he would be the one who would be in trouble. He endured the anger in his heart and started to call Jiaang Zhaomu.    

    

But now, how could Jiaang Zhaomu have the time to care about Wu Han?    

    

The matter of Jiaang family had already given him a headache. He had been thinking of ways to sell the stocks in advance for the whole afternoon. Except for a few shares that he had traded for Jiaang family's face, he hadn't sold anything else after that.    

    

Jiaang Zhaomu's eyes had already turned red from anger. He immediately cut off Wu Han's phone call.    

    

Wu Han was also frightened. His face didn't show it. "You saw it too. Young Master Jiang is busy. We'll talk later!" He waved his hand impatiently.    

    

Seeing this, Prof. Hsu and the others looked at each other. They could vaguely see something from Wu Han's expression. After that, Prof. Hsu sat on the sofa, exhausted, with both hands supporting his face. He rubbed his face hard. "I won't continue without seeing Mr. Jiaang. After all, I don't even know about my grandson's safety. What kind of experiment is there to do?"    

    

"Prof. Hsu, I'll accompany you!"    

    

"I'll accompany you too!"    

    

Han Bowen and Xiao Wu sat beside Prof. Hsu. The three of them felt especially heavy.    

    

There was no news from Chu Yichen, and Jiaang Zhaomu could not contact him either. They knew how worried Prof. Hsu was, even though they had joined this line of work. Some things were beyond their control, and when necessary, they had to abandon their families' safety.    

    

But...    

    

If they really did it, it would be quite difficult, not to mention Hsu Xiaotian was so small.    

    

"You... you guys!" Wu Han was so angry that he stomped his feet. Was this a threat to him? Then he sighed heavily, "You guys won!" He could only resign himself to fate and call Jiaang Zhaomu again.    

    

He prayed in his heart that Jiang Shaoxu would not vent her anger on him.    

    

After all, if Prof. Hsu and the others didn't start work, he wouldn't be able to gain any benefits. At that time, wouldn't Young Master Jiang blame him for not being able to supervise properly? The problem was, he couldn't really use force!    

    

Wu Han only felt that he had become a cracker, especially aggrieved.    

    

"Keep an eye on this place. Let's have a small climax and quickly sell it!" Jiaang Zhaomu stared at the large plate. He thought about the opening of the plate at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. He would definitely ask the operator to make a fake high point and sell it. Otherwise, he would not have the chance!    

    

"Okay, young master Jiang..." Just as the operator opened his mouth, Jiaang Zhaomu's phone suddenly rang as if it was urging him to die. It made his eyes turn red with anger and looked especially ferocious and scary.    

    

The operator could not help but shrink his neck in fear. He did not dare to let out a breath and quickly busied himself with his own matters.