Hearing his son's voice at the door, the head of the Jiang Family reflexively stood up and walked out briskly.
At that moment outside the door, Jiang Cheng had already shaken off the maid's support. His hair was disheveled, and he staggered as he ran through the gate. Upon seeing his father, he suddenly knelt at his feet, crying and shouting, "Father, you must help me. Fang Ze is too bullying!"
Seeing Jiang Cheng like this, and hearing his words, the head of the Jiang Family's expression was stern, his eyes filled with distress. While helping Jiang Cheng up, he said, "Cheng'er, don't panic, stand up slowly and talk."
Hearing his father's words, Jiang Cheng simply wouldn't get up. Despite being in his thirties, almost forty, he clung to his father's legs like a child, crying while saying, "Father. I have never suffered so much before."
"That night, I was clearly lying in bed at home, sleeping, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar place."
