Zhong Yi's slender fingers picked up the menu, browsing it casually.
His tone was somewhat languid: "Let Wan Jiang kowtow to you."
Lu Yingxue's eyes narrowed slightly, not sure of his intentions.
Wan Jiang hurriedly apologized with a mournful face: "I'm sorry, Miss Lu. Young Master Zhong tasked me with this, and I spent two million at the auction house to finally buy this set of Golden Needles. It's all my fault; I failed your and Young Master Zhong's trust."
Wan Jiang's pitiful look seemed like he really wanted to kowtow to Lu Yingxue to admit his mistake.
"Miss Lu, because of this matter, Young Master Zhong scolded me all day. He even thought about firing me..."
Wan Jiang was in tears!
He had prepared a full act for this day.
This black pot was destined for him to carry, being a subordinate as he was.
Lu Yingxue's fair face remained impassive, unhindered by Wan Jiang's words, her heart filled with frustration.