The young master of Jiang’s family had sent Mu Rong’s family reputation down the drain. The once long parade of Mu Rong’s family had now become the laughing stock of Fragrant Sky city.
“Good, very good, Jiang Zhen Hai, you and your son just wait. It won’t be long before your family is unable to stay in this city. Let’s go.”
Mu Rong Zhan was extremely angry at the moment. He was a wise man, but today a young man had embarrassed him in public. This was not only about his reputation, but he was also insulted in broad daylight.