Jiang Xiliang's words were sincere, and Jiang Zhe remembered the look in his eyes when he had given her a piece of bread earlier—pity mixed with sympathy, believing that he genuinely wanted to help at this moment.
After finishing his previous remarks, Jiang Xiliang asked, "Jiang Zhe, was it you who injured the person?"
"Yes, but it was self-defense. He started the trouble first."
Jiang Xiliang chuckled mockingly, clearly disbelieving.
From a young age, Jiang Zhe had always been rebellious and neglected her studies, not to mention her frequent visits to the orphanage, where she was closely associated with children who were no strangers to trouble. Jiang Zhang had no idea how many headaches she had caused, and even Jiang Xiliang, who lived far away, had heard all about her various "glorious" deeds.
Injuring someone seemed precisely like the kind of thing Jiang Zhe would do.
Even if Wu Yingze had started the trouble, it took two to tango.
