The Jiang Family's living room was still the same, with the old patriarch looking at Jiang Lin with a face full of disappointment, as if he hated that iron was not wrought into steel.
And just now, Yang Shan, who had been as aggressive as a fighting cock, didn't dare to breathe heavily.
She hid behind Jiang Lin, avoiding the old man's sinister glare.
If this matter wasn't resolved well, the Jiang Family would be finished.
Huazhong would also be finished.
Her relationship with Jiang Sinan would also be finished.
All that they had fought for would turn to bubbles; the efforts of two generations spanning decades would turn into illusions. No one would get even half of it.
"Father," Jiang Lin said tremblingly, speaking softly again.
Upon hearing this, the old man raised his walking stick in his palm fiercely, pointed at Jiang Lin and spoke coldly with anger, "The Jiang Family will eventually be ruined by your hands one day."
