Jiang Wenjia's mind was buzzing for a moment.
This was the first time someone had cursed her face-to-face without any scruples.
And still in front of...
Her gaze fell onto Jiang Runcheng and Jiang Lingxu standing behind, their somewhat similar faces showing unanimous disgust and resentment.
Looking further back at her younger uncle, his face seemed the calmest, but when her eyes met his behind the glasses, she couldn't help but shiver. There was no unnecessary emotion in those eyes, only coldness, so cold that it made her mouth and even her whole body feel frozen. She couldn't even muster a single word of rebuttal, not to mention retaliate for that slap she just received.
Completely isolated!
When Jiang Wenhui insisted on marrying the then poor boy Jiang Runcheng, at least her younger uncle was willing to support her.
But now, not a single person among those present was on her side.
Jiang Wenjia covered her face and fled in disarray.
