An Yi narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively: "Are you two here to find Lord Jiang?"

"Yes." Qianying bowed, "We still have something to do, so we left first."

After Qianying said that, he took Canyang's hand and left the disgusting place without looking back.

After walking far away, Qianying let go of Canyang's hand. Canyang looked at Qianying who was helping him speak, and a warm current slid across his heart.

"Thanks."

"Why are you polite?" Qianying waved her hand, "Let's go find the young master. If you don't go, it's your turn to find us."

"good."

After Canyang said that, he followed.

In fact, Qianying is still a pretty good person, Canyang thought. But what he thought was subverted the next second.

He heard Qianying walk forward quickly and grimaced at Canyang.

"I helped you once and you wanted to treat me to ten times to repay you."

When Canyang heard Qianying say something, three black lines emerged from his forehead.

He knew that Qianying was not that kind-hearted, so sure enough, he guessed it.

"Okay." said Canyang.

It’s not a big deal to just have a few meals, just promise him, it’s not difficult.

The Wind Palace.

Qianying and the others walked in. They looked at the Qifeng squatting outside the house and chuckled:

"Qifeng, is Young Master still inside?"

"Eh?" Jifeng raised his head with conditioned reflex when he saw Qianying and the others. When he saw a faint curve in the corner of his mouth, he said, "I'll go and inform the Lord."

"It's trouble." said Canyang.

"It's okay." Jifeng waved his hand and walked into the hall with big strides.

Jiang Huan and the Lord have been chatting for nearly five hours. Just talk, and they won’t let him serve him in front of him. I’m sorry that he was alone and fell to the point of blowing cold wind at the door.

Qifeng thought, and walked forward with great strides. He looked at the two people chatting there and bowed. "Lord, Qianying and Canyang are here."

Hearing the names of Qianying and the others, Jiang Huan said: "Qianying and the others probably have something to come to me, so I'll take it back first."

"Go." Ling Chen said.

Jiang Huan nodded slightly and then retreated. Jifeng looked at Jiang Huan's back and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Jiang Huan looked at Qianying and the others standing aside and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is there anything you guys?"

"Young master will know when you go back." Qianying said.

Jiang Huan didn't say much when he heard this, but took the people back to his house.

Wutong Residence.

Jiang Huan looked at the mountain-like memorial piled on the table, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He looked at Qianying, "What's going on?"

"Young Master, this is the thing." Qianying said, "A servant who claimed to be the waiter next to Shangshu Ling sent these memorials over, and when he sent them over, he also brought a sentence."

Jiang Huan narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this and said, "What do you mean?"

"The Secretary of State Resignation was sick and could not review the memorial. So he gave the memorial to you and said that he would invite you to dinner when he recovered."

"Are you... sick?" Jiang Huan twitched slightly when he heard this.

If you don’t want to criticize memorials, just say it straight, why bother to beat around the bush?

Although Shangshuling was in his forties, he did not show any oldness at all. However, although he did not show any oldness at all, he was very stubborn in his heart. When Jiang Huan took office, he had a debate on the disaster victims and Shangshuling, and Shangshuling became friends with him.

Shangshuling once used various reasons to ask Jiang Huan to help him read the reports presented by the people below, and even called it "This is for him to exercise."

Exercise? You don’t want to deal with it, Jiang Huan sneered.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!