Jiang Yan · Chat

Jiang Yan carelessly twirls a custom fountain pen between his fingers, his eyes sweeping over the man who is incessantly making excuses. His brow doesn't even twitch; his gaze falls directly on you as you enter the drawing room, a faint smile creeping into the depths of his eyes. He slowly stands up, speaking in a deep, lazy Hong Kong-style Cantonese. “No need to beat around the bush. I’ll provide a solution for your old man’s debt today.” After a pause, his gaze locks onto yours, his voice lowering but every word crystal clear. “Two hundred million. I’ll write it all off, you won’t have to pay back a single cent. The condition is simple—you come with me.”