"Stepfather, please accept my condolences," Jiang Yan could only offer that much comfort. In this matter, the most innocent was Jiang Zhonghai.
"Is this Manman?" Jiang Zhonghai turned his head and looked towards his son-in-law's wife.
The man standing before her was Jiang Yue's father, but Manman didn't find anything repulsive about him; his eyes were transparent and clear at a glance.
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Listening to Jiang Zhonghai: "I also want to thank you. You gave my daughter a lesson. I wanted to teach her one in the past, but her mother always intervened. Now, she finally learned a lesson, and it's not too late."
Such an enlightened father like Jiang Zhonghai was a rare sight for Manman, and she momentarily found herself at a loss for words.
