Mr. Su was stunned.
His expression flickered as he stammered and laughed. you must be joking, master Sheng. I don't have that ability ...
Sheng Jinghua held the cup of tea in his hand with his Jade-like fingers. He lifted the lid of the cup with his other hand and took a light sip.
He looked up at father su, then lowered his eyelashes. A hint of mockery flashed in his beautiful peach-shaped eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. Then, he returned to his gentlemanly appearance.
He really couldn't understand how such a weak and incompetent person, such an old-fashioned and feudal family, could actually raise a daughter like su chiyue.
Sheng Jinghua didn't want to beat around the bush with father su.
"I can help you transport that batch of goods," he said directly.
Father su was quite smart and naturally knew that there would be no free lunch. He stroked his beard and asked, " is there anything you need my help with, master Sheng? "