Song Guanchao's actions are nothing but blatant provocation.
Old Madam Jiang did not explode in anger, she simply looked calmly at her granddaughter.
Jiang Yiren didn't dare meet her gaze, her mind in chaotic struggle.
"Yiren, is what Director Song said true?"
Old Madam Jiang sipped her tea lightly, her tone even and calm.
But anyone could see the hidden anger within her.
Zhou Zheng, upon seeing Song Guanchao touching Jiang Yiren without any resistance from her, intended to rise from his seat.
At this moment, hearing Old Madam Jiang's tone of questioning blame, he resisted the impulse to leave.
No choice, seeing this woman from the Jiang Family, so beautiful.
If there was an opportunity to get close to her, he wouldn't want to miss it.
"Does Old Madam Jiang not believe my words, Song Guanchao's words?"
Song Guanchao responded for her.
"My grandmother didn't ask you, shut up!" Jiang Zhiwen reprimanded.
"Mind your own business."
