Jiang Yan walked briskly and almost bumped into Chu Ge who suddenly stopped. He touch his nose sheepishly, "Fourth Master, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Leaving the villa, Jiang Yan felt that Han Wanwan was acting a bit strange today. He scratched his head and puzzled, "Fourth Master, why isn't Miss Han clinging to you today?"
In the past, whenever Fourth Master appeared at the villa's entrance, she'd surely attach like a leg pendant wherever he went.
But today, Han Wanwan seemed oblivious to Fourth Master's presence, even her demeanor became more elegant, especially... Jiang Yan's ears reddened slightly, he coughed lightly, his expression returning to seriousness.
Chu Ge cast a cold glance at him, his icy eyes glimmered with a strange light, "Isn't it better that way?"
Jiang Yan nodded in agreement, "Being wise enough to retreat is good. If only she could personally ask the President to cancel the engagement, that would be even better."
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