"Master, Madam Sun... is dead."
A hush fell over the entire Jiang family's back mountain.
The middle-aged butler was attending to the old master with great care.
From beginning to end, Jinye had acted according to Jiang Qingcang's temperament, without a single slip-up.
The death of Madam Sun would naturally cause many people to shift their attention to Jiang Suhu...
All this time, Jinye had maintained a low profile in controlling the Jiang family's affairs, but how could everything always go as desired in this world?
Early morning.
As Jinye was engrossed in weaving the story that would follow, the middle-aged butler handed him a cup of tea at the perfect temperature, seemingly to console the "old man" who everyone thought was seething with anger.
Jinye looked up unhurriedly, "How is the investigation coming along?"
