The sudden downpour turned into a curtain of rain, blurring all the lights of Pingjiang City into a single swath, as if they were part of an oil painting.
Qi Zeyan gripped his wineglass tightly.
He vaguely remembered that he had indeed joked about Tang Wan's name.
The expression of his assistant remained unchanged as he set the materials aside, "Boss, shall I step out?"
"Why step out when I haven't finished speaking?"
"That..." the assistant pursed his lips, "Don't you need some time alone, to process this matter?"
After all...
When the spark of infatuation was snuffed out, didn't one need some time alone to drink and dissipate it?
"Process what? Just give me a summary of her situation, I can't be bothered to flip through the materials."
"This is the one the Jiang Family has taken a liking to..." The assistant's voice carried a hint of hesitation.
Mainly because if the fifth master or the Jiang Family really took a liking, the most probable action they'd take was to...
