"Old Lady Jiang, you won't need to trouble yourself with the corporation's affairs anymore."
After Lu Xinglan's words fell, not a single person made a sound.
The Jiang Family had truly changed hands.
Xu Jiuru was dumbfounded, swaying and staggering backward.
"Mother!"
Jiang Wei'er caught Xu Jiuru from behind. Xu Jiuru, unable to stand steadily and leaning on the table behind her, raised a hand, "Jiang Zhi!" She pointed at him and cursed vehemently, "You ungrateful wretch!"
It was him who had handed over the Jiang Family to the Lu Family on a silver platter.
Crash!
A wine glass shattered on the floor, but nobody knew whom it belonged to.
Almost simultaneously, a voice came from the entrance of the banquet hall, "Who are you calling an ungrateful wretch?"
That voice...
Xu Jiuru looked up, her pupils dilating dramatically, "Lin, Lin—"
She stammered, her complexion paling.
Someone screamed, "A ghost!"
