Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

At that moment, Tang Wan was sitting next to Jiangjiang, helping him with the fish bones, the little guy not drinking, his face greasy from eating.

“Let’s talk while sitting.” Jiang Zhenhuan squinted his eyes; his standing up made everyone feel the pressure.

“Really, making such a big deal out of it,” laughed Fan Mingyu.

“Perhaps it’s not the best occasion to mention this, but it’s been weighing on my heart for too long. I guess saying it might upset some people, but it’s a matter that needs to be tackled sooner or later. Today, with a bit of courage from the wine, I’ll just say it outright.”