Looking at how his subordinate did not move, Wang Qianjin became angry. A murderous intent flashed across his intoxicating eyes, and in a short while, the atmosphere became dangerous, suffocating the two maids who were there.
The said subordinate quickly bowed and left the room with Yun Bixue's photo. He could only heave a sigh of relief after he left the villa. As a subordinate, he really couldn't predict what Young Master Wang was thinking.
Wang Qianjin sat for a moment, his eyes glittering with malice. His slender hand rested on the back of the chair while the other one supported his head. After being in deep thought for a while, he ordered the two maids, "You two, get out!"
"Understood!"
The moment the two maids left respectfully, his expression became calm.
The Wang family was a thousand-year-old family. The traditions and customs passed down were still those that helped them conquer dynasties.
