Ming He had no reply, but he knew it wasn't so.
"Is Ke Lang my son? Do I need to taste the bitterness of debts for my child?" Jiang Muwan asked again, frost spreading further across her face,
"Or is he my man, and I am obliged to repay his debts?"
Jiang Muwan's barrage of questions left Ming He speechless, his complexion turning uglier than when he arrived.
Ming He had only half-realized that Jiang Muwan was not to be trifled with.
This woman had top-notch skills in aggressive confrontation and manipulating people.
In her vehement and stern manner, she kept the conversational control in the palm of her hand, forcing him to retreat step by step.
Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Muwan's anger climbed a few notches, "Letting you in today was to give you face and to tell you, if you're bored and have nothing better to do, go bother someone else, don't come here and give me a headache."
"Ke Lang sent us to find President Song."
"If he told you to eat shit, would you?"
