Tang Wan sat in front of the hospital bed, opened the lunchbox packaging, and glanced at Jiang Jinsang before voicing the doubt at the bottom of her heart:
"Is he... reliable?"
"It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's not easy to find someone to handle matters, especially if it involves going overseas, and besides, this matter is quite private. It's more trustworthy to leave it to someone from one's own family."
Someone from one's own family?
It appeared that although she was on bad terms with Jiang Zhaolin and his family, her relationship with Jiang Chengsi was genuinely good, to the extent that she would entrust such an important task to him.
But when she thought of him dressed in a flight jacket, riding a heavy motorcycle, and being as elusive as the wind, could such a person really be reliable?
Such a man, like a wild horse, arrogant and wild, unless one submits to him, the typical woman's taming methods simply can't hold him.
