Jiang Yanshen looked up at her furious expression and pursed his thin lips in silence.
Old Madam Jiang took a few deep breaths to suppress the anger in her heart. "Now that your wings have hardened, you dare to challenge me!"
"I wouldn't dare!" Jiang Yanshen's calm tone was devoid of any emotion. "He reaped what he sowed."
Old Madam Jiang swung her walking stick fiercely at his back and scolded angrily, "Do you think I'm angry because of Jiang Chongjing's death?"
The old lady didn't show any mercy. Jiang Yanshen frowned in pain and lowered his long eyelashes without saying anything.
"A mere Jiang Chongjing's death is not worth pitying." Old Madam Jiang's voice was tense. "But have you ever thought about Yunshen? Jiang Chongjing is dead, and Wu Suyun is dead. How will he live in the future?"