An Wujun and Mu Qingyu, sitting at the top, hadn't anticipated Jiang Xiaobai's straightforwardness.
All of the speeches prepared beforehand seemed unexpectedly useless at this moment.
They exchanged glances and in the end, it was An Wujun who let out a light laugh.
Since Jiang Xiaobai was so direct, there was no need for him to beat around the bush, and so he spoke.
"Haha, dear nephew, we indeed invited you here for a very important matter, and we would like to request your help!"
Hearing these words, Jiang Xiaobai found it hard to believe that the An family needed his help.
"Uncle An, say no more, if there's anything I can help with, I will not refuse," Jiang Xiaobai chuckled.
No matter what, they were the parents of his brother. Being able to assist them and win their favor would be excellent.
Perhaps this one-time assistance could lay the foundation for future help.
"Good, very good!"