Jiang Chengnian's eyes were fierce, his chest heaving with anger. The daughter of the Jiang Family was actually despised by someone, offering herself to bear his child, yet Tang Yan was still full of reluctance.
Wasn't this a slap in their own face?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could drag Tang Yan over and ask him to his face if he was sure he did not want to take responsibility.
"Where is Tang Yan? You're already carrying his child, so why hasn't he visited the Jiang Family at this time? What does he mean by this?"
Jiang Chengnian roared with fury, and Yang Lan soothed him from the side, afraid it would affect his health. After all, he was old and could not stand the strain.
"He didn't say he wouldn't come. He must have been held up by something. He's the president of the Tang Group and has many things to deal with every day. I can't hold him back."
