Jiang Sinan was very afraid of Jiang Muwan.
That fear was likely a terror rooted in his heart since his youth.
Even as an adult, he couldn't forget the expression on Jiang Muwan's face as she stood on the shore with a cold demeanor while he was drowning.
She looked like a deity high above, and he, nothing but an ant struggling to survive.
Therefore, today, he frequently glanced at Jiang Muwan, trying to speak and apologize on behalf of his mother, but as his gaze met Jiang Muwan's icy countenance, the words that reached his lips were forcibly swallowed back.
It wasn't until his mother came down from upstairs and stood in front of Jiang Muwan to seriously apologize to her.
The person sitting on the sofa had a chilling gaze on Yang Shan, the murderous intent in her eyes not diminishing in the least, until after a long time when her gaze shifted away, slowly landing on the old man at the second-floor railing, who pursed his lips.
