The "Xia" in his name was from Xia Qiushuang, not the homonym meaning 'mansion'.
Xiao Yan's eye twitched. Her expression was strained, with a hint of coldness.
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to pass along the message. I just wonder if Jiang Dongcheng even remembers."
After she spoke, Xiao Yan tried to find any trace of resentment on Jiang Xia's face—any emotion at all. But she saw nothing.
Jiang Xia brushed past Xiao Yan without so much as a glance. His voice, cold and laced with meaning, drifted back. "Don't worry. He'll never forget it for the rest of his life."
Jiang Xia walked down the steps and stood by the car door, waiting respectfully for Principal Luo and the others to board. He was the last to get in.
Standing on the steps of the vehicle, Jiang Xia looked at Xiao Yan by the restaurant entrance with a pleasant smile and called out, "Ms. Xiao Yan, it's time to go."
