Eleven o'clock sharp, Jiang Muwan just narrowly avoided a calamity. Seeing the phone on the nightstand ringing, she glanced towards the bathroom and reached out to answer it.
From the other side, Jiang Wei's voice came through.
"As you wished," "as you wished, the old man didn't meet with the president of C Airlines.
"Thank you, Auntie," Jiang Muwan replied with a smile, her face calm as if everything was already under her control.
"Had I not stepped in, you would have had other means, wouldn't you?" These words carried a hint of sarcasm, yet upon closer examination, there was also a trace of probing within that sarcasm.
Jiang Muwan lay in bed, reaching out to pull up the covers, probably because the hotel bedding wasn't as comfortable as that of Gu Mansion. She shifted back a bit, "Auntie taking action makes things much more efficient."
Jiang Wei heard this and laughed, though her laughter was far from heartfelt.
