The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting its glow on Jiang Yongxing's somber face.
The bedroom door was forcefully flung open.
It was already nine o'clock, and his son hadn't woken up yet.
The day before yesterday, after handling the affairs of his sister-in-law and niece Jiang Kexin, Jiang Yongxing had stayed at the old Jiang Family estate without returning home. He was genuinely worried that his older brother, Jiang Yongheng, might worsen his illness from excessive grief.
Unexpectedly, his incompetent son had managed to squander 1.2 million in just one night.
The bills had even been delivered to their home.
To add insult to injury, if those malicious tabloid reporters got wind of this, the Jiang Family would be trending again for all the wrong reasons.
Jiang Yongxing grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he furiously pulled back Jiang Kexiu's blankets and kicked him hard.
"Ah..."
