Fang Minghe really found everyone related to Jiang Yisen annoying.
Oh, except for Jiang Nanshu, who was very low-maintenance.
He was just here to watch a performance, why should he endure all this?
He didn't understand.
But he still tactfully declined, "Sorry, Miss Song, I'm not free these days, you should find someone else."
Song Kexia was not willing to give up and looked at Jiang Yisen for help with a tearful gaze, stomping her feet in annoyance, "Cousin, please speak up for me. I really want to express my gratitude to Mr. Fang."
Jiang Yisen chuckled, his tone lazy as he chimed in, "Right, Mr. Fang, if you won't do it for me, can't you do it for my cousin? She's not some natural disaster; why are you so eager to refuse? Have you been a virgin for twenty-eight years and now you want to become a monk?"
His words were blunt and straightforward.
But both knew he was just an unruly guy, straightforward and unafraid of offending others, speaking his mind freely.
