"Sir, Miss Tang is here," the butler approached Jiang Chengnian, speaking in a low voice.
Jiang Chengnian snorted coldly and then waved his hand, indicating for the butler to invite her in.
When Tang Ningya entered, the atmosphere was extremely tense; the Jiang father and daughter both wore gloomy expressions, suppressing their anger, with only Yang Lan greeting her warmly, "Ning Ya, you've come!"
Tang Ningya nodded slightly and walked up to Jiang Chengnian, but he did not lift his head, sipping his tea with a cold face.
"Old Jiang, what do you mean? I've been here so long, and you haven't said a word?" Tang Ningya raised her eyebrows, her tone calm and unhurried.
