Jiang Shu gave him an indifferent glance, frowning, "Keep your distance, all three of you reek of alcohol. It's suffocating!"
Jiang Yang added with a beaming smile, "Manager Zhang, did your aunt finish drinking the five taels of Apricot Blossom Spring wine this afternoon?"
Manager Zhang swallowed the words that he was about to utter.
The Princely Heir has an incredibly keen sense of smell.
He was closer to Su Luo before than they but neither the maid nor their master had noticed anything suspicious beforehand.
The three of them had declared illness and hadn't gone to their appointed duties. By the tone of Jiang Yang, he had figured that they were never ill, and even discovered evidences of them skipping duty to drink.
Guilty as charged, they had no ground to hold onto these account books.
Manager Zhang's cheek quivered with discontent.
However, Jiang Shu only snorted dismissively and ignored him, drawing down the carriage blind, ordering, "Home!"
