However, after careful consideration, Chu Mo realized there was not a single image of the other party in his mind. He shook his head slightly, not dwelling on it, and spoke with a smile:
"Miss Jiang, please have a seat. Danny, serve our guest some fine tea."
Following Chu Mo's invitation, the lady in the red dress cast a cold glance at the tall Chen Yue standing by the door. Then, with a faint snort, she finally sat down directly across from Chu Mo.
A maid promptly presented fragrant tea, and with an inviting gesture, Chu Mo lifted his cup and took a light sip before starting the conversation with a smile:
"How is Elder Jiang doing nowadays?"
"Didn't you just see him the night before last? My grandfather punched your toughest subordinate so hard they spat blood. What do you think, is he in good health?"
As the girl named Jiang Rourou spoke with a cold expression, Chu Mo's eye twitched involuntarily.
