Jiang Wan's heart shook.
She forced out a smile. "Thank you for your help on this matter, President Jian. Also for the other favor that President Jian helped me with... Thank you for going through all that trouble. I won't bother you anymore. I'll take my leave now."
Jiang Wan stood up and left.
Jian Hanshen didn't even look up to see her leave.
The wind blew and the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers wafted in from the courtyard.
Jian Hanshen said, "Take this tea set and throw it away."
A man appeared and replied, "Yes, sir."
He threw away a tea set worth two million yuan, just like that. This young master was such a clean freak.
If it wasn't for the old man lying in sick in bed, he would have never let that girl get close to him.
The man asked in a deep and cold voice, "Then where did Jiang Yu come from?"
