Ye Wangchuan put his hands in his pockets. Handsome, he was just like Qiao Nian—eye-catching with an oppressive aura. Smiling, he replied casually, "Pfft, an irrelevant person."
Those related to Qiao Nian, such as Jiang Zongjin and Old Master Jiang, were all elders.
As for those who had nothing to do with Qiao Nian, such as the people from the Jiang family's second branch, he had long classified them as "irrelevant people."
He never wasted time on irrelevant people.
Like… Jiang Yao.
…
In the banquet hall of the Imperial Mansion.
Jiang Yao called three times in a row, but the other party did not answer. He understood what Ye Wangchuan meant—he wouldn't give them face!
He took a few deep breaths and barely calmed himself down. He walked back with a cold and embarrassed expression and said to Tang Wanru, who was full of anticipation, "Mom, Young Master Ye isn't answering the phone. Let's think about how to arrange the guests."