Lin Yan looked at Jiang Meng and Jiang Zhenghua, her face pale, she could not help but whisper, "Zhenghua, Mengmeng, could it be that we have angered Jiang Boyan's ghost? Otherwise, why would so many reporters suddenly appear? Only the three of us know about inviting the master, so how did anyone else know enough to leak the information? If this really doesn't work, let's just help Jiang Boyan cross over, okay? Let her stop making things difficult for our family."
"That b*tch, Jiang Boyan, should be suppressed under my feet and never be reincarnated. Help her cross over? I don't want that!"
Jiang Meng was upset by the online comments. Seeing how weak Lin Yan was, she could not help but roll her eyes at her.
"Alright, what good will it do if the two of you quarrel? The most important thing now is to handle the public's opinion."
Jiang Zhenghua sat in the sofa and fiddled with something in his hand. His expression did not look worried.
