Mrs. Jiang was so shocked that she stood up and knocked over the tea in front of her.
Her abrupt movement attracted the attention of everyone present.
Her face turned red and white alternately, making her look as comical as a palette.
"What’s going on? You’re scaring me to death—don’t tell me you don’t want to have dinner with me? Hah, you’re stuck with this meal, and it will disgust you."
Mrs. Jiang wasn’t upset about the meal; she was happy to see a situation of reconciliation.
But how could Jiang Nanshu internally criticize something that hadn’t even happened yet!
Jiang Yisen would surely find out about it, and he would definitely investigate the Song Family.
Jiang Yisen’s expression was unchanged as he took a cigarette out of the pack and held it in his hand without smoking it.
He seemed to understand what was initially unusual about Mrs. Jiang’s demeanor.
It involved the Song Family.
His own mother, keeping secrets from the family and aiding the Song Family—was she also wanting to be the executioner that bankrupted the Jiang Family?
The Song Family were her relatives, including her parents and brothers.
But her own children were also her relatives.
Jiang Yisen, looking down and biting the cigarette with a lazy expression, lightly laughed, "Why not today? I’ll make a reservation at Dragon and Phoenix this evening. Let’s bring both families together. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Grandpa and the others." He paused, changing the subject, "As for whether Nannan wants to apologize, that’s up to her. I hope you don’t force her, as she’s just a child, timid and easily frightened."
Madam Song, "..."
What kind of child could break someone’s bones!
What kind of timid child would hit someone in front of others, with no regard for the law—this is really too much.
But since Shi Zhao had already agreed to the compensation, she had no choice but to remain silent, despite her reluctance.
But the resentment in her eyes towards Jiang Nanshu showed she did not accept this reconciliation in her heart.
Jiang Nanshu carefully pondered the words "timid" that Jiang Yisen had used.
"Are you implying something about me?"
Jiang Yisen’s smile grew a bit wider.
Quick on the uptake, huh?
He stood up, checked the eight-figure watch on his wrist, "The reservation is set for seven o’clock tonight at Dragon and Phoenix. We are all family, and I hope to see you getting along."
Jiang Yisen was known for his firmness.
Not only because he was the head of the Jiang Family, but also because he had sufficient confidence in himself.
He looked towards Jiang Nanshu.
Her eyelashes glistened, her cheeks pale as jade, her sparkling black apricot eyes and lightly pursed crimson lips, her bare face radiant and slightly more exquisite than a porcelain doll.
Seeing her adorable appearance, he gently touched her slightly curly black hair, nodding slightly, "Remember to have lunch later, and behave in class at school. I will send a car to pick you up in the afternoon. I’m off now."
With that, he walked past her and out of the principal’s office.
The air was tinged with a faint nicotine smell.
The scent of Jiang Yisen.
Mrs. Jiang couldn’t care less about Jiang Nanshu at that moment.
She hastily chased after him.
Trying to explain the situation for the Song Family.
Now only three people remained in the office.
Madam Song glared at Jiang Nanshu, wanting to aggressively shoulder-bump her.
Jiang Nanshu raised her hand and cracked her knuckles with a crunch.
With a smiling gaze at Mrs. Song, she spoke in a sweet tone, "Mrs. Song, my bones are quite hard; you better not touch me carelessly."
A simple sentence effectively intimidated Mrs. Song.
Thinking about her son still lying in the hospital bed.
She resentfully kept her distance from Jiang Nanshu, harshly leaving a message, "I’m not letting this go—just you wait!"
Jiang Nanshu didn’t even blink as she turned around and left too.
Shi Zhao followed her, "I’ll walk you back to your dorm."
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