Jiang Xianrou had definitely sowed discord between them.
It was not that simple for Jiang Xianrou to use their family as a gun!
…
On the other side, at the Jiang residence.
Jiang Xianrou returned home with a heavy heart.
It was rare for Tang Wanru to be at home during the day. She greeted her gently upon seeing her, "Xianrou, you're back? Do you want some soup? Mother Wang made chicken soup. I'll get someone to scoop a bowl of soup for you."
Jiang Xianrou didn't look too good. She pursed her lips and shook her head, then said weakly, "Mom, there's no need. I don't want to drink soup."
Tang Wanru noticed that her complexion was not good and subconsciously frowned. "Xianrou, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
Jiang Xianrou looked away, not wanting her to discover her guilt. She hurriedly said, "No, nothing. I must have been too tired recently."
