Jiang Wei stood behind, watching Yang Shan's hurried steps toward the elevator, her eyes dimmed as she took out her phone and made a call.
It rang for only a second before it was hung up.
Then, striding forward, she grabbed Yang Shan's hand with a bit of persuasive intent, "If my brother really is upstairs dealing with business, wouldn't your rushing up like this reflect badly, sister-in-law?"
To Yang Shan, Jiang Wei's advice at this moment seemed like favoritism.
Favoritism toward Jiang Lin.
When someone doubts something, they must find out the truth, or else the point of doubt will spread like a spider web throughout their mind, suffocating them.
Isn't it better to go up and see if he's really discussing business?
In the banquet hall, Jiang Muwan's phone rang once and then cut off, noticing Shao Cong enjoying drinks and merry conversation with someone, she picked it up and glanced at it.
The smile on her lips grew deeper and deeper.
