Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Rumors from the outside world claimed that the delicate and sickly fifth master of the Jiang family wouldn’t live past twenty-eight, but at this moment, the dominance he displayed suggested otherwise. Perhaps he was a monster with a potential lifespan of a thousand years.

Lying dormant, if he really made a move, it would be flesh off your back, cutting to the bone, and it could cost you half your life.

Truly defiant.

Jiang Zhaolin knew whether he had done those things better than anyone. He dared not speak rashly now; if he outright denied it and Jiang Jinsang hit him with evidence, the scene would only be a hundred times more embarrassing than it already was.

But staying silent was tantamount to admitting all the recent incidents were his doing.