A deathly silence...
Tang Wan could clearly see the veins on Jiang Zhaolin's hand twitching as he clenched his fists tightly; he was biting his cheek, and every word seemed to be squeezed through his teeth, "Jiang Chengsi..."
"Jiangjiang, go upstairs to play. The adults need to talk, children shouldn't listen." Jiang Chengsi patted Jiangjiang's little behind.
Jiangjiang wasn't foolish, with the atmosphere so tense, he didn't dare to stay any longer, grabbing his model toys, he ran upstairs.
Fan Mingyu immediately motioned to the nanny to go upstairs and watch the child.
Only after hearing the sound of a door closing upstairs...
did Jiang Chengsi reach for an orange, leaning back on the sofa with an air of arrogance. His posture and the smirk on his lips, seen in Jiang Zhaolin's eyes, were nothing short of a provocation.
