Jiang Zhe halted her steps and swept a glance at him, failing to remember who he was.
"Miss Jiang, I'm from the Tang Family. You can just call me Xiao Zhang," Assistant Zhang, already in his mid-twenties, found Jiang Zhe, merely seventeen, to be of a much higher status than himself.
Jiang Zhe smiled faintly, "Mr. Zhang, do you need something from me?"
She wasn't about to call a complete stranger 'Xiao Zhang' on a whim.
"It's like this, the Tang Family's madam wants to thank you for the help you've given to the young madam, so she sent me to deliver some gifts to you."
At this, Jiang Zhe did recall that he had come to deliver gifts to her before.
But Qin Jingchen had persuaded him to leave.
With Qin Jingchen around, things were so much simpler.
Finding herself thinking of Qin Jingchen again, Jiang Zhe's expression cooled slightly.
