"Young man, do you regret it now?"
The elder outside the door, dressed in a Tang suit, had his hair meticulously combed. Separated by a mere door, it felt as though they were worlds apart.
And in fact, it truly was so.
To the people of the Jiang family, Pei Jinye was a youth with no background whatsoever, no different from an ant at the foot of a mountain.
They only knew that Pei Jinye seemed to have some connection with Zhou Weiren, but even that connection had become a joke after this morning's phone call.
The elder in the Tang suit seemed to want to mock the slender youth behind the door.
But just thinking about how his dearly beloved grandson had died at the hands of the other party, the mocking smile couldn't quite appear on his face, as the annoyance and resentment in his eyes was all too clear.
