Jiang Cisheng noticed his niece's gaze, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes behind the glasses, bringing a gentle warmth to the wrinkles at the corners.
"You have quite the eye there."
"Uncle!"
Jiang Wenhu called out with a nasal tone, blinking her sore eyes forcefully.
"It's okay, it's all in the past. Besides, I got my revenge."
"You mean Hu Meimei she..."
"Have you forgotten what I studied? Just an extra two hundred pounds of flesh, that's all."
Jiang Wenhu sniffled, finally feeling a bit relieved, "She deserved it."
Hu Meimei loved beauty so much, this punishment was definitely more unbearable than killing her. Yet, this person was afraid of dying, so even if she wanted to commit suicide, she couldn't.
"And the incident back then also led me to meet your aunt. It was her who risked her safety to save me, or else I would've suffered more than just a broken finger."
