"Get yourself something to drink."
"... Sir, I don't like alcohol."
Mr. Jiang paused in the midst of lifting the glass to his lips and glanced at this subordinate of his. In the end, he tsked and mocked the other a little. "Boring as ever I see."
Seeing the other man who had his eyes lowered and head bowed, he tsked once again, this time in annoyance, but still didn't say anything in the end.
This subordinate– everything about him was good and he matched Jiang Yixing's criteria of a perfect assistant. Capable, smart, ruthless, loyal, and most importantly good looking– well, as good-looking as a man who had been baptized in blood could be.
