"Tang Ming was here—so that brat was actually Tang Ming."
The Meng Family's old ancestor stared wide‑eyed at the words on the wall, unable to believe it, his heart like ten thousand "Cao Ni Ma" stampeding through.
Meng Rushan and the others were also dumbfounded. No matter how wild their imagination, they never would've thought Tang Ming would obediently become the Meng Family's "prisoner," and even pull off such a huge move.
"Tang Ming, you little thief, you emptied out all my Meng Family's assets—our Meng Family and you are sworn enemies till death!"
The Meng Family's old ancestor paced back and forth in the cell, jabbing his finger out the window as he cursed at the top of his lungs.
"Old Ancestor, calm down, calm down. I feel this might not actually be a bad thing."
Meng Rushan hurriedly tried to placate him.
"A good thing? Is there water in your brain? The Meng Family's been wrecked like this and you're calling it a good thing?"
