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Next day.
Jiang Lu woke up early.
Because White had said he would take him to get to know the business today.
In Mrs. White's reluctant gaze that was almost sickeningly sticky, he dressed and came downstairs.
White was having breakfast.
"Good morning, Mr. White."
Jiang Lu greeted.
White's expression didn't change, but he was inwardly pleased.
Because Jiang Lu seemed to be someone who understood propriety, in front of others, he didn't overstep due to their special relationship and still accorded him a high position.
"Good morning, Pu Haonan."
White had long inquired about Jiang Lu's alias.
He pushed a plate full of food toward Jiang Lu, "Eat up, and we'll head out."
"Okay."
As Jiang Lu ate breakfast, he noticed several gazes fixed on him.
"What are you looking at?"
The servants, of course, dared not respond with "What's it to you?" and instead nervously shook their heads.
