"If I told Sir that what I want to do is break away from the Jiang Family, how would you see that?" Jiang Jinchen's expression remained unchanged as he casually opened his lips.
A single sentence brought the atmosphere in the room to an icy nadir, as if everything had suddenly frozen.
For several seconds, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing the curtains could be heard in the silence.
"For that woman named Ning Yanan?" The middle-aged man furrowed his brows.
"It's for myself."
Jiang Jinchen didn't explain further but picked up the floral tea from the table and took a light sip.
His narrow peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed.
"Sir's rose tea is very fragrant, no wonder my mother loved it so much when she was alive."
Jiang Jinchen's nonchalant remark softened the gaze of the middle-aged man, and a touch of nostalgia swept over his resolute face.
"Yes, your mother always favored the tea I blended. It's rare that you like it too."
