Jiang Lin, even if he were foolish, could guess that Jiang Muwan had something to do with this.
In the silent office, father and daughter stood facing each other without a word.
Jiang Lin looked at Jiang Muwan and slowly began, "Was the old man's predicament part of your devious plotting?"
Hearing this, Jiang Muwan smiled, "Rather than calling it devious plotting, it would be more accurate to say it was the sanction of the nation's laws."
"Don't dress it up so grandly," if it weren't for Jiang Muwan, the old man would not have ended up in jail; if it weren't for Jiang Muwan, none of this would have happened in City C. Jiang Lin belatedly realized that since Jiang Muwan set foot on this land in 2008, she was anything but ordinary.
Did he believe Jiang Muwan's words? Of course, he did not.
To call it the sanction of the nation's laws—how could things have moved along so fittingly if no one had aided and abetted from behind the scenes?
