Leng Youchen lifted his eyes and stared coldly at Jiang Yang, "Mr. Jiang, if I remember correctly, when I called earlier, you said my wife was not in the Jiang Residence."
Jiang Yang's hands were tucked into his pockets, "Yes, because she didn't want to see you."
"But when I came in just now, your servant said you had brought back a friend who was unconscious. So, how do you know she doesn't want to see me?" Leng Youchen's tone was aggressive.
Father Jiang picked up on the tension in the conversation and quickly stood up, "Jiang Yang, the Third Young Master has personally come to pick someone up. Let Nan Fei bring her down; don't hurt the harmony."
"Harmony?" Jiang Yang smirked coldly, "Is it your harmony that's hurt, or mine?"
Father Jiang's face turned steel blue. Being contradicted by his son in front of others made him lose face, "Aunt Zhang, go upstairs and ask the young lady to bring down the Third Young Lady."
