Screams of pain and agony echoed endlessly.
"Why do you think Jiang Lin suddenly became so violent?" Fu Jing, sitting in the passenger seat of the black Lincoln outside, gazed at the half-opened door of the Jiang Family house and asked softly.
"He was provoked," Jiang Muwan replied nonchalantly.
"What kind of provocation?"
"He probably never imagined that one day Jiang Wei would step over him," Jiang Muwan mused. In a household like the Jiang Family, where men were valued over women, the past forty years of Jiang Wei's life had been dedicated to paving the way for Jiang Lin. She had bowed her head in submission for over four decades, and Jiang Lin had grown accustomed to it.
Who would have thought that even a peasant would have their day to rise?
Jiang Wei not only rose but also trampled over Jiang Lin.
How could he accept such a blow?
