"Young Master Jiang, what are you thinking about?"
asked Miss Chu Yuyan.
"I'm just curious—why do you insist on having me pass this book to Sister Dong?"
Jiang Feng said.
This was the part he couldn't figure out.
Logically, if the Seventh Prince wanted to win over Han Dong, he could have picked anyone to deliver the account book straight to Han Dong. Why bother using Chu Yuyan as a go-between, then have Jiang Feng pass it on?
"I already told you, there are some things I just can't explain to you. I can tell—you don't like being disturbed, especially not being bothered. Just hand this book to Han Dong for me, and I won't trouble you again."
Chu Yuyan said with a smile.
She poured Jiang Feng a glass of wine.
Jiang Feng looked at Chu Yuyan's delicate, jade-like hand.
He reached out and caught it.
