Jiang Moxi returned to the Jiang's Old Mansion half an hour later.
During this time, Jiang Tairan had already had various dishes prepared.
Nevertheless, Jiang Moxi had finally returned to the Jiang Family; as long as they behaved warmly, relationships were bound to improve.
After all, no matter what, Jiang Moxi carried the blood of the Jiang Family.
Compared to the harmonious and joyful atmosphere inside Jiang's Old Mansion, Jiang Weiwei kneeling outside appeared so forlorn and desolate.
Since returning from the banquet yesterday, Jiang Weiwei had been kneeling there, too afraid to rise even as her legs went numb.
She knew her wings were not yet fully grown, and she couldn't afford to be without the shelter of the Jiang Family.
She thought that as long as she knelt long enough, she could surely turn Jiang Tairan and others around.
After all, they had been family for so long, they surely couldn't sever ties with her, Jiang Weiwei, over such a trifle.
