With Tang Wan entering the room, a harsh chill also encroached inward through the door.
Her coat was torn, and at the moment she wore Jiang Jinsang's black coat, large and knee-length, her hair soft and hanging at her sides, exuding a sense of gentleness and harmlessness.
Jiang Shuyan trembled as she climbed up from the ground; she continued to advance until there was only enough space for one person between them before stopping, with Tang Wan seeming to carry a chill about her whole body.
Her breath felt chilly when it came.
Jiang Jinsang too followed closely into the room, dressed rather thinly, his lips pale, the corners of his mouth exuded a shade of bleak coldness.
"Jiang Shuyan, have you fucking lost your mind, you actually dared to push Grandmother?" Jiang Chengsi was infuriated.
Pushed her and even dared to run off?
"You pushed Grandmother?" Tang Wan, a bit taller, looked down at her with eyes that seemed to have a layer of frost forming within, utterly cold.
