Jiang Ye's gaze, filled with curiosity yet ice-cold, left Jiang Qiu momentarily unsure of where to put his hands, his palms sweating profusely in nervousness.
This nephew was too perceptive.
It had always been so.
Thus, in the entire Jiang Family, Jiang Qiu was most intimidated by Jiang Ye.
"Aye, why be curious? Xiyue and I just collaborate a lot. Now, because of her, your Aunt's coffin funds are almost drained. Aye, please have mercy and spare her."
Collaboration?
Is that really all it was?
Jiang Ye was skeptical.
"Impossible!" he flatly refused.
Jiang Qiu's expression nearly lost control:
"Aye! How could you do this? Just for an unrelated woman, you'd disregard your Aunt's life or death?"
His eyes blazed uncontrollably with anger; even his face contorted.
Wasn't that a bit exaggerated?
Was Jiang Ye really someone easily threatened?
Even the old master couldn't achieve that.
