Jiang Zhentao gave several low coughs, looking even worse than before.
He looked at his son and said with coldness, "Your mother is right."
Jiang Cheng was silent. The white lamplight on his white face made him look paler.
His hand on his knee suddenly clenched hard with his knuckles creaking, as if he was containing something within with great efforts.
But the emotion rising from the bottom of his heart soon dissipated.
After a while, he returned to his original look.
"Mom and Dad, don't be so angry. In fact, if it is possible, I would consider marrying into Ye family."
Boom...
It was like a bolt from the blue.
Jiang Zhentao and Wang Min both stared at each other, startled, as if over frightened.
They looked at their son in unison.
"What are you talking about!?"
Jiang Zhentao was the first to get pissed off. He glared at his son angrily, hardly believing what he had just heard.
