When Xiao Yan screamed "Get lost," Jiang Dongcheng didn't get angry at all. Instead, he meekly followed behind her, trying to placate her.
Just as one was trying to soothe her and the other was planning how to end this whole mess, the phone rang.
The maid answered the phone, her face draining of all color.
"Ma'am, the young master has been injured at school!"
"What!"
Xiao Yan rushed over without a second thought and snatched the phone, her face ashen.
"Hurry, we have to get to the school!"
Xiao Yan grabbed her purse and rushed out heedlessly, with Jiang Dongcheng right behind her.
It was clear from this that the two of them truly loved their son.
At the same time, An Ning had also gone to the university for class.
'She had a feeling the drama at school today was going to be spectacular.'
Last night, when Yin Xuemei and her group departed, they had each been given a small task.
They didn't need to do much—just fan the flames and steer the situation in the right direction.
