Jiang Tan's nostrils clogged up in an instant.
Zheng Heng and the others were present, and Jiang Tan knew that she should show some magnanimity, some understanding.
She should say to Zhou Yinghuai, go ahead, don't worry, I'll come back after dinner.
But as expected, Jiang Tan was the same naive Jiang Tan, lacking etiquette and respect, not knowing when to advance or retreat.
So, she said, "What's so important that you can't even spare the time to have dinner with me?"
Not a heavy statement, yet for Zhou Yinghuai, it was undoubtedly offensive.
His gaze was deep, falling upon Jiang Tan's slightly annoyed, not-so-happy face, his emotions hidden behind an insurmountable distance, revealing nothing.
Zheng Heng's heart was practically out of control, he couldn't understand how Jiang Tan dared to speak to Zhou Yinghuai like that.
Zhou Yinghuai had a cold personality, but in reality, he was on no accounts good-tempered.
