That evening, Jiang Lin returned home and Yang Shan greeted him. The scars on the corners of her mouth were covered by thick foundation.
She asked him how it went. Jiang Lin took off his coat and coldly uttered two words: "Wait, no rush."
When he said "no rush," Yang Shan felt her heart tremble.
No rush?
How could they not be in a rush? Saying there's no rush was a lie. If Jiang Muwan succeeded in this matter, what would all her efforts to marry Jiang Lin have been for?
"What did father say?"
Jiang Lin looked at Yang Shan, seeing all her anxiety and urgency but said nothing clearly: "Give it a couple of days."
"I'm going to take a shower first," Jiang Lin seemed unwilling to talk more with Yang Shan, he moved her arm aside and went upstairs.
On that very day, the news about Song Rong arguing with a middle-aged man in front of the research institute reached Song Sizhi's ears.
