Wang helped the mother and daughter carry their bags home. Once back in the car, he dialed Young Master Yan's number to report the situation.
"She went to buy furniture and just bought these things?"
Young Master Yan on the other end of the phone, had his desk pile high with files. As he sifted through them, he listened attentively to Wang listing down the so-called "furniture" that Zhu Qianying and her mother had bought.
"Yes, and... Miss Five refused to let me pay..."
Wang was quite nervous, fearing that Young Master Yan would scold him for not being able to handle even this small matter.
"Hmm."
Young Master Yan did not show any intention of blaming Wang. When he gave the order to Wang, his intuition had told him that Zhu Qianying, that girl, most likely would not accept his goodwill.
Therefore, what Wang said was within his expectations.
Yet, even if it was within his expectations, his heart still felt a bit uncomfortable.
