The call was disconnected.
Jiang Muwan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with her phone for a long time.
In her mind, thoughts surged and tumbled.
She had never pitied Mei Qiong.
But until today.
Only now did she understand that some people in these Aristocratic Families in the Capital were also struggling with all their might, trying to get the life they wanted.
They endured pain and shed tears of blood, planning step by step.
Even if they ended up covered in blood, they would still take a gamble.
Mei Qiong struggled to escape the whirlpool of her family, but in the end, found herself helpless.
Born into this family, grown up in this family, even if her mind wildly wanted to sever ties, her bloodline had already been nailed deeply.
Whether her or not.
Whether He Ximeng or not.
All bowed their heads in front of the family.
