Jiang Che reeked of alcohol, his eyes filled with red blood vessels, his beard unshaven, his body leaning crookedly against the wall.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, he had been living in torment: on one side, the Yu Family's patriarch controlled him more strictly, and on the other side, Lu Sirong pressed him aggressively.
His mother, Yu Wanzhi, constantly despised him, for his incompetence and his inability to deal with someone like Lu Sirong.
She also scorned him for being foolish, always being suppressed by Yu Chiyin, even lacking the courage to challenge him.
Day in and day out, listening to complaints about him from all sides, the resentment in Jiang Che's heart accumulated day by day, reaching a breaking point.
"Fuck it!"
Suddenly, Jiang Che cursed out loud, straightened his body, and approached Lu Fengxuan step by step with a sinister expression.
