Old Master Jiang also didn't understand, but he was calmer than Jiang Zongnan. His energetic face was calm and composed. He only said one sentence: "A visitor is a guest. We should greet him as we should."
He thought for a moment and added, "…It should be the person Young Master Ye called over."
The circle in Beijing is not small, but there are only a few people at the top of the pyramid. People like Ji Nan are probably only available to Ye Wangchuan.
If they are not Ye Wangchuan, they are all like Qin Si.
It could also be Ye Lan or Wen Ruxia and others, but these people are buying Ye Wangchuan’s face!
Jiang Zongnan naturally understood this, nodded, and his expression calmed down: "Well, I understand."
He agreed quickly, but he was a little unsure in his heart. Ji Nan was too low-key and didn't interact with people in his circle. He didn't know Ji Nan's personality or whether he was easy to get along with. It would be troublesome if he offended people just because he said he was going to entertain guests.
…
The young man was not walking fast, carrying a bag slowly. He was looking at his phone, apparently sending messages.
Finally, he walked up to Jiang Zongnan and Mr. Jiang, who were waiting in full vigilance, put away his phone, and put away the contempt on his face. He was respectful and looked very good, and handed over the bag in his hand: "Mr. Jiang, congratulations. This is a little gift from me, please accept it."
"Thanks."
Jiang Weishang thanked him.
Jiang Zongnan took the bag from him, not knowing what was inside, and just exchanged a few words of greeting.
Qiao Nian walked over slowly.
She was wearing a baseball cap, and her temperament was very conspicuous. She walked up to Mr. Jiang and looked up at the young man standing there. Her expression was indifferent, as if she didn't know him. Her eyes fell on the old man sitting in the wheelchair and she greeted him politely: "Grandpa, I'm here."
"Nian Nian is here." Mr. Jiang swept away his previous polite calmness, a kind smile appeared on his face, his eyes lit up, and he waved to her, asking her to come over to him: "Come quickly, let me see."
"..." If it were someone else, Qiao Nian might not have gone over. In front of the old man, she suppressed her temper and looked very easy to talk to. She walked over obediently, walked to the old man, and let him look her up and down, holding her hand and looking at her carefully.
"You've lost weight." After looking at her for a long time, Mr. Jiang came to a conclusion. He felt so distressed that he asked her, "Are you too tired from the college entrance examination? Look at how thin your face has become."
Qiao Nian never paid attention to her weight, nor did she care much about her appearance, so when Mr. Jiang said she had lost weight, she didn't know if she really had. She wanted to raise her hand to touch the brim of her hat, but she felt that this was not polite, so she put her hand down halfway and said, "I'll eat more next time."
"Yeah, eat more, don't lose weight, girls look better when they are a little fatter, you are lucky, but you are too thin." Grandpa Jiang hadn't seen anyone for a long time. When he finally saw her, he wanted to pull the girl to look at her more. His eyes showed concern and happiness. "You were in the city before, and I was far away. Your brother was careless and couldn't take good care of you. Now that you are in Beijing, grandpa will take care of you. I will make soup for you every week to supplement your nutrition."
Weekly Soup...
The corner of Qiao Nian's mouth twitched, and he was quite annoyed.
But she didn't say anything, just let out an "ah", which was considered as an acknowledgement of her understanding.
Old Master Jiang pulled her aside and wanted to ask her about the college entrance examination and life around the city, but he noticed the young man who was still beside him, so he suppressed his joy, and introduced him to Qiao Nian with a smile.
(End of this chapter)