"Something that belongs to my Jiang Family?"
Jiang Xinghai was stunned. 'Something from the Jiang Family is being kept by the Zhao Family?'
'What could this mean?'
It spoke volumes about the relationship between the Jiang and Zhao families.
'Just what kind of profound friendship did his grandfather, Jiang Long, and Zhao Wenxiang share?'
After a brief pause, Jiang Xinghai followed.
Shen Zhengye and Yu Zhuo remained standing outside the door, not following them any further.
From the conversation between Jiang Xinghai and Zhao Wenxiang, they seemed to have indirectly gleaned many well-kept secrets.
Besides, they knew full well that some things were not for them to see or hear.
Jiang Xinghai followed Zhao Wenxiang from the residence, winding their way to an ancient, austere ancestral hall.
The Zhao Family Ancestral Hall!
