Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly, gently stroking his chin. It was obvious that Nan's identity had been laid bare before his eyes. Jiang Country's Princess Wencheng? To think Nan was actually a girl! He thought, "How interesting."
"Mr. Zeng?" Shen Jun called out cautiously, his voice so soft it pulled Zeng Anmin back from his daze.
"Mhm." Zeng Anmin snapped back to reality. He looked at Shen Jun seriously, smoothed his robes, and picked up his chopsticks to take a casual bite. As he ate, he said, "This collaboration is actually a personal venture between me and Jin Taiping."
"I understand," Shen Jun nodded earnestly, his tone highly respectful. "I am willing to offer thirty percent of Jin Taiping's profits to partner with you, Mr. Zeng."
Zeng Anmin paused his chopsticks in mid-air and looked at Shen Jun in confusion, only to find the young man's gaze completely frank.
