[He did not think anyone was left anymore to call him "Jiang Cheng." It's always "Sect Leader Jiang," or "Jiang Wanyin," or especially "Sandu Shengshou" when he's being his usual terrifying self.]
Don't thank me yet.
[For a moment, he isn't sure if he should keep Huaisang's hand--definitely in case Huaisang tries to book it, not because holding it means anything, or because his face is flushed with alcohol. But finally, he decides to pull away when he turns for the edge of the pier.
As a Jiang man of Jiang ways, there's no falter or hesitation when he steps into the boat, and bends to take up the long quant pole notched inside. He glances back at Huaisang; a very faint smirk is somewhere under the fatigue.]
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Don't thank me yet.
[For a moment, he isn't sure if he should keep Huaisang's hand--definitely in case Huaisang tries to book it, not because holding it means anything, or because his face is flushed with alcohol. But finally, he decides to pull away when he turns for the edge of the pier.
As a Jiang man of Jiang ways, there's no falter or hesitation when he steps into the boat, and bends to take up the long quant pole notched inside. He glances back at Huaisang; a very faint smirk is somewhere under the fatigue.]
Get in.