Tang Wan had just finished speaking about plotting something iniquitous when the room fell eerily silent. A few seconds passed before Jiang Jinsang finally coughed and said,
"Zeyan is an adult, he's been doing business for so many years and constantly socializing outside. He must know how to protect himself."
"But when it comes to his assistant, he may not be on guard, especially considering..." Tang Wan thought about the household registration issue, and cleared her throat slightly, "It's hard to guard against a thief within one's own household."
"That's true." Jiang Jinsang twisted his fingers, "But that's also your guess. I can't just call him and say, 'Your assistant might have ill intentions toward you.' If she has no such plans and nothing has happened, what do you think will become of their relationship?"
Tang Wan pressed her lips tightly and remained silent; indeed, this was not something she could meddle in.
"Grandfather—" Jiang Cuo knocked and entered.
