From childhood, it was always like this.
But at this moment, Jiang Wei had changed; she was no longer the meek and obedient girl he remembered in his mind.
She was no longer dependent on him, and seeing her take delight in his misfortune when things were not going well for him was something Jiang Lin found unbelievable, and it further bruised his male ego.
Smack! Jiang Lin strode over quickly, slapping Jiang Wei across the face.
The slap left Jiang Wei's head buzzing.
"You're quite pleased, aren't you? Huh?" Jiang Lin stretched out his hand and viciously gripped Jiang Wei's wrist, his angry, hateful eyes glaring at her as if he wished he could devour her.
"Did you also contribute to father's imprisonment?" At this moment, Jiang Lin was like a lunatic who had left the house without taking his medicine, like a rabid dog.
