The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became tense, with Old Sir Jiang's eyes seemingly on fire, his face stern yet angry.
Yin Manqing bit her lip, looked at Jiang Jingheng, and gave him a glance, signaling him not to act rashly.
Unfortunately, Jiang Jingheng didn't even glance at him, his gaze still fixed firmly on Old Sir Jiang, refusing to budge an inch.
The veins stood out on the back of his hand holding the chair, exuding a coldness like a sword edge.
Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his arm, turned his head and met Mu Yan's worried eyes.
At the moment he picked up the chair, she had already come over.
She liked him standing up for her, but hitting someone in public was a bit too much.
Moreover, it was in front of an elder like Old Sir Jiang.
Jiang Jingheng put the chair down, raised his hand to pinch her face and ease her worries.
