Jiang She didn't continue to stop him, willing to respect Wen Zhiyao's wishes.
"Do those two need me to help solve their issues?"
"Not for now, I can handle it. I told you just to vent a little, and I feel much better now." Wen Zhiyao looked at the variety of dishes on the table.
She remembered what Jiang She had said that morning.
They were having hot pot tonight.
What Jiang She had said, he did.
"Let's eat first, then we can vent more after we're full."
"Okay."
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The old man Jiang occasionally looked out of the window, but the person he wanted to see never arrived.
The butler on the side couldn't help but say, "Old man, the young master is probably busy with work. You should eat first."
"I'm not very hungry now." The old man Jiang was stubborn, the butler couldn't say much.
Time passed by the minute, they didn't know how long it had been, the dishes on the table had become cold and Jiang Jingyan still hadn't appeared.
Even Jiang She didn't come.
