Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

“It seems so. I saw him from a distance once when the old master of the Jiang Family had passed away. He wasn’t very healthy then and was even sitting in a wheelchair. But looking at him now, he seems much better.”

“He doesn’t look anything like his brother at all.”

…

Actually, the lighting in the hall was too dim to clearly see anyone’s face, but Zhuang Rao and others were close enough to have a clear view.

Zhuang Rao had known Jiang Shuyan for a long time, but this was her first time seeing Jiang Jinsang. Struck with astonishment, she couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

“Who was it that I heard a moment ago, saying they wouldn’t let someone off the hook?”

His voice was gentle, but the curve at the corner of his mouth carried a bone-chilling coldness.

“Miss Zhuang, was it you?”

Facing such a striking figure suddenly standing before her, Zhuang Rao’s eyes blurred, her mind clouded, and she forgot all about Tang Wan.