Jiang Zhen casually stepped into the room, making Qingqing fiercely hiss at him and Lu Bojing stand in Lihua's defense. But he ignored them.
He glanced at Ruru, who had stiffened in Zhao Weisheng's lap. His small figure was shaking as his gaze was lowered. Lihua noticed his reaction, and jer chest puffed up in a fury.
To make Ruru fear him so much, just how much this bastard must have tortured him?
Jiang Zhen narrowed his eyes. "Somebody doesn't know how to listen to his father, does he?"
Ruru jolted. His eyes were on the verge of tears.
He smiled at Zhao Weisheng. "Grandpa Weisheng. How many times should I tell you? You should be chanting prayers at your age for your family that is about to be doomed. Why do you interfere with ours? My pathetic father was stupid to fall for your trap, but I am not and neither would be Ru."
Lihua widened her eyes.
Calling his own father pathetic? You are the pathetic one filled with garbage in your head!
Zhao Weisheng was quiet.
