In a room of the Jiang Mansion
After Jiang Jinsang finished speaking, Qi Zeyan was almost driven mad with anger by him. Just listen to this crap.
What he was talking about had nothing to do with the turtle.
The main issue was his attitude. Things were already on fire, and he still had the leisure to sit here making toys for his son.
Seeing a certain someone starting to work on the wood again, his anger flared, and he walked straight over, wanting to snatch the thing out of his hands.
"Can you just fucking listen to me properly?"
"Zeyan." Jiang Jinsang put down the file in his hand and looked at him seriously. "Who told you we haven't done anything?"
"What have you done then? Say it and let me hear it."
