Jiang An had only seen a few heirs, and Si Cheng had no qualities worth imitating. Now that she was reminded of him, Jiang An felt unlucky.
Her father was so gentle in front of her as if he had no temper. Jiang An didn't know what he was like when facing outsiders, so she could only use Zou Bai as a reference.
Just now, she had imitated Zou Bai's usual behavior and had a nonchalant expression. She didn't even bother to look at the club owner.
If Jiang An was just an ordinary person, she would never do such an impolite thing. However, she was now the successor of the Jiang family, so she had to have her own aura.
Zou Bai smiled. "You've done well. You're a qualified successor. It's best if people like us keep poker faces."
Many people were staring at them. Some were afraid, and some were trying to curry favor. No matter whether they were crying or laughing, the other party would always try to guess what it meant.
