Jiang Jinran was the first to lose his composure, scoffing as he spoke, "To ingratiate himself with his uncle, Young Master Zhou has really gone to great lengths, spending millions to purchase such a tiny trinket from the black market."
"Not comparable to Mr. Jiang, who ran all the way from the Xiangshan Royal Residence to the market in Tinglan Alley early in the morning just for a meal," Zhou Jingwei slowly lifted the corners of his lips.
Jiang Jinran's eyelids drooped lower, his fox-like eyes devoid of warmth, sharp and piercing.
His tone was low and unhurried, but clear enough that each word was a warning without raising his voice, "Zhou Jingwei, given the current plight of the Zhou Family, how dare you talk to Weiyue about a future?"