Yang Xingyao's expression was pleasant, and he appeared quite amiable. However, Chen Cheng could clearly sense the man's powerful aura—the kind a superior exudes when visiting a subordinate's home, ready to casually issue orders.
And this air of authority, naturally, came from him riding on the coattails of that Young Master Jiang.
"Young Master Jiang?" Chen Cheng frowned, a hint of confusion on his face. "I was previously on duty in the Lishui District, and I've only just been assigned to the Demon Suppression Department. I haven't had any dealings with a young master by the name of Jiang. Might I ask which Young Master Jiang you're referring to, Constable Yang?"
Yang Xingyao hadn't expected such a reaction from Chen Cheng and was stunned for a moment. 'In all of Linji City, isn't the only one who goes by "Young Master Jiang" the direct heir of the Jiang Family, Jiang Lang?'
