"The Jiang Family?" Ouyang Xuanxuan frowned, then looked at Mo Yurou and asked quietly, "Yurou, should we hand him over to Sister Su? He might be useful to the Su Family."
"Hmm..." Mo Yurou gave Jiang Tianqiang a disdainful glance. After a moment's thought, she said, "Trash like him probably isn't anyone important in the Jiang Family. He wouldn't be much use to Sister Su. We might as well take care of him for her."
Although Ouyang Xuanxuan and Mo Yurou spoke quietly, Jiang Tianqiang heard every word.
I'm dead. His face instantly turned white. I only came here to show off. How did I end up putting my life on the line? Why am I so unlucky?
He might have been the "disgrace of the Jiang Family," a notorious good-for-nothing.
But he still knew that the Jiang Family, the Qin Family, and the Shen Family had joined forces to crush the Su Family.
From what the women were saying, they seemed to be on good terms with the Su Family. Didn't that mean he was doomed?
At that thought, he shuddered. A puddle of yellow liquid began spreading out beneath him—and there was a whole lot of it.
"He pissed himself! That's disgusting." The people around him immediately realized what had happened, covered their noses, and hurried away.
"He's so filthy I can't even bring myself to touch him." Mo Yurou stamped her foot, then quickly pulled Ouyang Xuanxuan and Jiang Ruoyi away.
Although Jiang Tianqiang's face burned red with embarrassment, he was secretly delighted. Who cares if I wet my pants, as long as I stay alive? This is nothing!
Watching the chaotic scene, Jiang Ruoyi couldn't help frowning.
Then she turned to Yang Weifeng and the others, the instigators of all this, and asked, "By the way,