Jiang Yeqian said those words so resolutely, everyone who heard them would definitely agree with him.
However, Tan Xiangdie rolled his eyes to the sky. He lobbed the crystal flask on the table toward the pillar. Liquor spilled everywhere, and the flask shattered.
Tan Xiangdie harrumphed. "Should I call you the Head of Zhaixing Administration Feng Wushe, or the Head Grand Secretariat Jiang Yeqian? You said there's nothing between you and the woman, so why do you look like a dead man?"
Tan Xiangdie's scolding made Jiang Yeqian quieter. Did he look like a dead man? He just could not understand why Qi Qingyao drove him out.
"A woman who got pregnant even when she's not married and gave birth to three kids. She ordered me to be her servant. I did," he muttered.
What? Tan Xiangdie thought he had heard wrong. He laughed instantly.
