Jiang Man's voice wasn't loud.
But it made everyone who heard it freeze in place.
Because what he said didn't quite fit the mood.
Even the ever-composed Meng Qiewei looked astonished, never having imagined Jiang Man would say such a thing.
Qing Dai lowered her head, sighing to herself.
'The Young Master must be under too much pressure.'
'With his Unparalleled Celestial Pride Fate Chart, it's understandable that he works so hard.'
'I'm sure the Miss will understand.'
Old Meng stared at Jiang Man in utter disbelief.
'Someone comes to visit, and instead of thinking about how to get out, he wants to read and study?'
Before Meng Qiewei could respond, Jiang Man suddenly said, "This is for Miss Ji."
As he spoke, he took out two seemingly ordinary fruits from his Storage Treasure. "I just got these," he said. "They're even tastier than the last ones."
Meng Qiewei took the fruit, her curiosity piqued. "Even tastier than before?"
Jiang Man nodded with absolute certainty.
