The Zhong Family's assistant couldn't fathom his thoughts.
So he boldly speculated, "Young Master Zhong, do you need me to gather all the '90 Romanée-Conti from Imperial Capital?"
The person inside the car didn't respond for a long time.
The assistant was uneasy, and his palms were even covered with fine sweat.
Had he guessed wrong? Did Young Master Zhong not have any special feelings for Miss Qiao after all? But last time... he had even sent the Eucalyptus Flower.
"Wan Jiang."
The man in the car lowered all the windows and slowly said, "Are you my elder brother's man?"
The aide named Wan Jiang's back was instantly soaked, and he quickly declared his loyalty: "Young Master Zhong, I have always been your man!"
He clearly understood the means of this young master of the Zhong Family— a bastard without any backing who had fought his way up must be extremely capable. By the end of the year, the Zhong Family was going to publicly announce his status as an heir.
