Mu Yuan quickly racked his brain, trying to recall the original owner's memories, but he couldn't remember ever meeting someone named Jia Quan.
He sighed and leaned closer to Ling Yan's ear, replying,
"Let me tell you, this General Mu Yuan is a blockhead. He doesn't care about Guazhu at all. His salary is all sent home. Look, Jia Quan is such a rich guy, but he has no impression of him at all. If it were me, someone like that, a walking ATM, would have been imprinted in my brain long ago."
While listening to Mu Yuan speak, Ling Yan's gaze never left Jia Quan for a moment.
Jia Quan was already whispering something to Wang Fugui, whose figure was as short and stout as a gourd beside him. Wang Fugui tried hard to sit up straighter in his chair and also wanted to turn his head to look in their direction, but his body was too obese, and he failed after trying to rise a couple of times.
