Jiang Tian's voice trembled as he looked at the familiar figure of Jiang Xiaobai in front of him, wondering why he felt so estranged.
Yes, Jiang Xiaobai had always been proud since he was a child, always causing trouble for him, but that did not mean that he would grow up to be a contemptible scoundrel despised by countless people.
Yes, their Jiang Family was a distinguished family, a clan that had grown over bloodshed. You could say it lacked culture, but not that it lacked manners.
But why, why had Jiang Xiaobai turned into this? Jiang Tian simply could not imagine.
Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his father, and, grinding his teeth, he said, "Why! Why am I defeated!"
"What's wrong with Mo Siqing! What's wrong with the Mo Family! Isn't it just relying on an old guy clinging to life! I, Jiang Xiaobai, do not accept it; my Jiang Family is not inferior to the Mo Family!"
