When she was young, the old master had taught Jiang Muwan many ways of being a person and doing business.
But the old master could never have imagined that the wolf he had raised with his own hands would now stand before him, baring its teeth and mercilessly trampling him.
He thought that Jiang Muwan would forever be the sharp blade in his hand.
Only now did he realize, she was not.
Inside the Jiang Family's study, the old master sat in a chair, trembling with anger.
As Jiang Lin stepped forward, he saw the old man's aged face bearing a hint of heartache.
He stood at the doorway, hesitating slightly.
The old master had feelings for Jiang Muwan, but whether those feelings contained true affection was yet to be tested.
This, Jiang Lin knew better than anyone.
"Gone?" A weak voice of inquiry came from the direction of the desk.
"Yes," Jiang Lin responded softly, as if to report the fact.
