Jiang Family Mansion, third-floor balcony, Yin Manqing looked at her phone, her face livid with anger after hanging up.
What on earth does this child want to do, does she need to reiterate the significance of marrying Zhao Xiyue?
When she thought about it, she felt her heart and lungs aching.
She was holding her phone, ready to go downstairs, when she suddenly noticed a shadow sitting not far away, startling her.
"Who's there?"
"It's me!" Jiang Wenhao's voice came.
Yin Manqing let out a sigh of relief but was displeased due to her phone call being overheard, "Why isn't the young master asleep so late?"
"Aren't you awake as well?" Jiang Wenhao retorted.
Yin Manqing was stuck for words, feeling uncomfortable.
She frowned, "It's late, Young Master should rest early."
Just as she was turning to leave, Jiang Wenhao's voice came from behind.
"Jing Heng is an adult, has his own thoughts, why do you have to force him to do things he doesn't like."
