Jiang Chen heard everything.
"He's not that influential yet."
Lan Peizhi's lips twitched, a crimson hue blooming.
Jiang Chen silently gave a thumbs-up for his assertiveness.
It was unclear what background this uncle had, but his ulterior motives were plainly visible.
Thinking of coaxing Lan Peizhi away?
What was he supposed to do then?
The middle-aged man opened his mouth as if he wanted to continue "gently persuading" him, but perhaps considering there were two juniors present, he ultimately minded his status and didn't speak.
"Fine, let's pretend I didn't say anything, just let me know if you need any help."
"I appreciate the thought, but I can't accept this favor."
Lan Peizhi's expression was serene, his words layered with meaning.
The middle-aged man brazenly downed his wine, "What favor or not, who in the world doesn't know that I will always stand by your side."
Silently observing, Jiang Chen suddenly felt that money really didn't seem important.
