Cough, cough.
"Alright, alright, don't rush me, let me think of something."
Just stall for now.
On the phone, Li Wu finally hummed:
"You said it, now it's in your hands!"
"No problem!"
The response came without a hint of hesitation, so resolute.
However, Li Wu didn't know that after hanging up the phone, Mr. Jiang sighed heavily and rubbed his brows, thinking to himself: What a mess!
In any case, he was the one who would suffer.
Caught between his brother and that other thing.
Moreover, at such times, one couldn't just walk away as there were still many urgent company matters to handle.
*Sigh* Another sigh.
Well, back to work.
Elsewhere, Lu Jing had already fallen asleep, but Jiang Ye was busy negotiating with his family.
Jiang's mother: "Son, ask Jingjing tomorrow what kind of wedding she likes, Chinese or Western?"
Jiang Ye glanced at the woman sleeping beside him, feeling very satisfied, and slowly replied:
"You decide; she's fine with anything."
Isn't it obvious?
