Zhao Da's eyes rolled twice, his heart full of calculations.
Jiang Mengyue's pretty face was full of disgust, and she shouted coldly, "If you don't hurry up and get things done, why did you call me here? Do you think I have a good temper and will tolerate you again and again?"
"No, no, of course not..." Zhao Da lowered his posture and smiled flatteringly.