'As for Wu Jing looking for me, it probably isn't just to thank me. He must have something else to discuss, or he wouldn't have gone out of his way to call Steward Jiang.'
"I understand. Call Old Jiang and have Wu Jing come to the house tomorrow."
Chen Fei paused, asking with a hint of confusion, "The house? Sir, do you mean here?"
Su Chen's face darkened with exasperation. "Why would he come here? I meant the Imperial Capital!"
"Oh, oh! I understand, sir. I'll tell the pilot to arrange the flight plan!" Chen Fei was finally on the ball, realizing he needed to get the private jet ready.
Su Chen nodded and turned back into the house.
"Are you leaving already?" Su Zhuyun asked as soon as Su Chen walked in.
Su Chen paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I have some things I need to take care of."
