After the departure of father and son Hu, Jiang Wang strolled leisurely for a few steps, his composure undisturbed.
He had felt Hu Shaomeng's eagerness and restraint, which pleased him greatly.
The many things he did were for fear that there wouldn't be any ripples on their side, which would undoubtedly prove his ideas wrong.
Contrary to Jiang Wang's relaxed mood, Zhu Bijing's tears were streaming down in strings, unstoppable.
Though inexperienced in life, she was aware that the world contained bad people and misdeeds.
She also understood how terrifying it was for someone as immobile as herself to fall into the hands of a man with dubious intentions.
But she knew, there was no one left to protect her. Her sister who had always stood in front of her, shielding her from storms… had left forever.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Jiang Wang intentionally walked in front of her, watching her watery eyes, clicking his tongue.
