In the evening, Hu Zhonglian appeared in the living room of the Jiang Family Residence.
He sat on the sofa, head hung low, his fists clenched tightly on his knees.
Jiang Yi sat quietly in an old wicker chair not far away, the evening light streaming through the window and casting a lazy glow on her.
Elder Chief Jiang said, "I, Jiang Mingda, consider myself an open-minded man who doesn't take things to heart, but there are two things that happen right under my nose that I cannot tolerate. One is anything related to my daughter, and the other concerns my granddaughter; both are the apples of my eye. If either suffers the slightest injustice, I cannot sleep."
Hu Zhonglian was silent, too ashamed to speak.
