Scheming and Calculating

On their way home, Zhao Yumo was confused. She didn't understand why the Young Commander hadn't done anything when he should have been the one stepping in during the fiasco.

Jiang Chenghuan turned and looked at her. Then, thinking that maybe she hadn't eaten enough at the banquet, he asked if she wanted supper. Instead, she rolled her eyes at him.

"Hey, let me ask you something. Why did the Young Commander only observe from the sidelines, while you and Young Master Huo went forward to help? If you're so nice, where have you been hiding that all this while?"

After Jiang Chenghuan gave some instructions to the chauffeur, he leaned back lazily and looked at Zhao Yumo. "You're such a dummy. But with your brains, if you can figure it out, then you should be the one in my position as the family head."

After being teased by him, Zhao Yumo kicked him angrily. "Stop beating around the bush and praising yourself. Spill it!"