Seeing Jiang Shanshan sitting nearby, intimidated by Zhao Xinlan's imposing manner, Tang Su smiled coldly.
Her godmother was just too polite to the Jiangs on usual occasions, out of respect for Jiang Tao and a love for all he cherished—she simply hadn't shown her authority to the Jiang Family.
But, if the Jiangs thought her godmother was just a sick cat, then they were sorely mistaken.
A tiger does not show its fierceness lightly, but never mistake it for a sick cat—remember, even when a tiger does not bare its claws, it remains a tiger.
Zhao Xinlan was provoked, and Tang Shengyi, equally excited, started to stand up, eager to confront Ye Sichen.
Su Ruoan was nearly driven mad by these two buffoons—what on earth had they come for tonight?
Wasn't it to act as a matchmaker for Lu Han?
One after another, were they only caring about taking up the fight for Tang Su?
Of course, they needed to release their anger, but they had to think of a foolproof plan first.
