The entire Jiang Family fell into deathly silence, the old lady stood to one side, caressing her cane, her eyes shady and indecipherable.
Yet he still glared intently at Jiang Jinsang, his eyes emitting a bone-chilling coldness, coupled with the inherent authority of a superior, "Xiaowu, is that enough?"
Jiang Jinsang lowered his head to adjust his sleeve but remained silent with a smile.
"Shuyan!" the man bellowed.
Jiang Shuyan was clearly terrified of him, she struggled to rise from the ground, and without even getting close, the man backhanded her another slap.
She was prepared this time, and while she managed to keep her stance steady, her face instantly swelled from bruising, her mouth bleeding, looking utterly disheveled.
"Is that enough?" he asked solemnly.
Jiang Jinsang did not speak, so he turned to Tang Yunxian, "Mr. Tang, I didn't expect to meet in this way, I am Jiang Zhaolin."
Tang Yunxian nodded, greeting him with a restrained temper, "Hello."
