"Please don't hurt my daughter, I'll talk, I'll talk, isn't that enough?" Mrs. Cheng's spirit crumbled; she couldn't bear to watch her daughter be tormented.
At worst, she could just point to someone. No matter what, they had to get through this hurdle first.
Thinking like this, Mrs. Cheng directly said, "That person is my daughter's good friend, surname Jiang, called Jiang Xue."
"What?" Old Jiang's expression changed, and Jiang Xue's name struck his mind like a thunderbolt, leaving him dizzy.
Jiang Xue again, how could it be? How could it possibly be her? No, impossible, Mrs. Cheng must be lying to him.
Old Jiang refused to believe it, that Jiang Yun's child would be the same Jiang Xue. Instinctively, he rejected this idea, believing that Mrs. Cheng was deceiving him.
"Mrs. Cheng, if you don't tell the truth now, are you really not planning to care about your daughter?" Old Jiang's expression grew increasingly unpleasant, and his gaze became more intense.
