Jiang Tao said, "Well, it's right for you not to come to this engagement ceremony. If it's possible, I don't want this engagement ceremony at all! Well, let's just leave it at that."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Tao sat on the balcony of the apartment and smoked one cigarette after another. The smoke lingered in front of his eyes, but his sharp eyes stared ahead without moving, and a helpless expression appeared on his face.
Tomorrow was his and Qin Yan's engagement ceremony.
All the influential people in the capital would come.
From tomorrow onwards, he would be involved in the power struggle of endless scheming. He would have to deal with those people whom he disdained to look down on in the past.
Jiang Tao smiled self-deprecatingly.
...
After Gong Tianhao hung up the phone, he clenched his fist and sighed. Like what his grandfather had said, Jiang Tao was a big problem for him to win over his wife.
