Despite the arrival of spring, the wind in Beijing was still biting cold. As Jiang Yanting entered the house, a chill welcomed him, making everyone shiver.
"Back so early today?" Fan Mingyu smiled upon seeing her son return home.
"I knew you and Xiaowu were coming back today. I was too busy at work to go to the airport, so I came back early," Jiang Yanting explained, looking down imperiously. Then he glanced at Xie Jing, "Why are you in my house?"
"I..." Xie Jing was on the verge of tears.
"Brother, do you remember the incident that happened at Wanwan's studio in Pingjiang a few days ago?" Jiang Jinsang asked him.
"I remember."
"It was him who did it."
"Five Lord, this..." Xie Jing was on the brink of losing it. This was the Jiang family's territory, and the old lady was sitting upright, caressing her cane, beaming brilliantly at him.
