"Jiang Zhaolin!" Tang Wan's voice suddenly rose, directly calling out his name, startling many members of the Jiang family. "You are Xiaowu's grand uncle, I respect you, and address you as 'uncle,' but as an elder, you ought to be worthy of my respect."
"Do you think you bear no responsibility for Jiang Shuyan becoming what she is today?"
"Just a casual 'forgive me,' if today something had happened to me, if I had lost my life on that mountain or had broken an arm or become lame, you would have brushed it off with a simple 'sorry!'"
"If I had pushed her down the mountain today and just said sorry to you, would you also think it's no big deal?"
Jiang Zhaolin had interacted with her many times; she was a very gentle and easy-going young lady. This kind of face-to-face confrontation was a first.
He had already softened so much, yet she still pressed hard, not giving an inch.
"So what do you want?"
