Elder Xia rolled his eyes, showing more white than black, and snorted through his nose as he stared at Jiang Tingyu. "The Jiang household certainly thinks highly of itself. This old man barged in uninvited; I hope Alliance Leader Jiang will forgive the offense."
Jiang Tingyu was terrified out of his wits. He nearly stumbled as he rushed to Wen Zhongdao and grabbed his sleeve. "Brother Wen, it was all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding. Please explain things to my niece."
Wen Zhongdao stared at Jiang Tingyu. "Was it really a misunderstanding? Now that things have come to this, if Alliance Leader Jiang still takes this attitude, I have nothing to say."
Of course, Wen Zhongdao had to be a man of exceptional ability to become the head of a Spring Alliance branch.
Earlier, when Steward Zhang and the others had first arrived, Jiang Tingyu had tried to mend the rift between the two sides. Wen Zhongdao had agreed only because he had weighed the situation.
Now, his refusal to accept Jiang Tingyu's overtures was the same sort of calculated choice.
Of course, if Jiang Tingyu had offered a sincere apology, Wen Zhongdao might have let the matter go out of consideration for the years he had spent serving under Jiang Tingyu.
Yet Jiang Tingyu had only ever tried to patch things up through political maneuvering, which left Wen Zhongdao deeply dissatisfied.
He knew all too well how miserable the Wen household's fate would have been if not for his daughter's inexplicable good fortune.
But Jiang Tingyu clearly didn't care about any of that. He wouldn't even consider the humiliation Wen Zhongdao had suffered back then.
If that was the case, then Wen Zhongdao would repay him in kind.
Seeing Wen Zhongdao's face as still as a dead pool, Jiang