As soon as Jiang Jingheng entered the house, he saw the living room full of people.
His gaze swept over Liu Shiyuan as he walked forward and said, "Grandfather was looking for me?"
Old Sir Jiang said coldly, "Is it you who beat Shiyuan?"
Jiang Jingheng looked at him and said blandly, "Yes!"
"You scoundrel!" Old Sir Jiang's face darkened, and he directly threw the teacup in his hand at Jiang Jingheng.
The teacup hit his chest, slid down, and rolled under the coffee table.
The tea splashed a large area of his black suit.
Jiang Jingheng didn't even blink, staring intently at Old Sir Jiang without flinching.
Liu Shiyuan saw this scene and smirked, which tugged at the wounds on his face.
He looked gloomily at Jiang Jingheng. Wasn't he arrogant in front of him just now? How come now he is like a grandson, afraid to do or say anything.
Just an illegitimate child, really considering himself a big shot.
