The moon hung high, a perfect time for enjoying the beautiful scenery with a fine wine.
Yet for some, there was not the slightest intention to appreciate the view.
At this moment, in the VIP ward of C City's First Hospital, Jiang Wei looked at the old patriarch lying on the bed and then turned her cold gaze, filled with reproach, to Jiang Lin at her side.
"Is it because of Muwan again?" she asked, her question direct.
Jiang Lin glanced at her and grunted in acknowledgment.
"Do you think Father has lived long enough, or do you think Huazhong no longer needs his support?" Jiang Wei asked icily.
Her calm words carried an undertone of blame.
Yang Shan, beside them, heard these words and lifted her eyes to look at Jiang Wei but said nothing.
