Jiang Mansion
The sky was seemingly into summer, the sunlight just cast a thick hue, and even the wind was tinged with heat.
Everyone felt inexplicably puzzled, not knowing what had happened or why things had become so serious early in the morning. In the entire house, only Jiang Xiaowai leaned on Jiang Jinsang's shoulder, babbling words that others couldn't understand.
"Zhenhuan? What's really going on?" Fan Mingyu frowned, sitting beside her husband, whispering, "Give me some details first? You're making everyone very nervous."
"We certainly should be nervous!" Jiang Zhenhuan had already picked up the fallen newspaper, resting it on his knee, with its edges frayed from his rubbing.
"What exactly happened!" The more he acted this way, the more anxious Fan Mingyu became.
"Xiaowu, why hasn't your brother arrived yet? Call him and ask." Jiang Zhenhuan wasn't just anxious; he was nearly in shock.
He was caught up in a mess.
