All sorts of harsh words stripped away their remaining dignity and face like sharp blades, one layer at a time.
Although the elderly couple tried their best to remain calm, their trembling hands and tightly pursed lips still betrayed their anxiety and agony.
In the midst of the noisy crowd, the village chief's eyes were unusually resolute, fixed intently on the pillar of the Jiang Family—Jiang Xunzhong, hoping that he would step forward and stabilize the situation with the authority of a family head.
The village chief understood that this was not just about the future of the Jiang Family, but also about the harmony and stability of the entire village.
Jiang Xunzhong finally could not restrain himself amidst the jeers and sarcasm, especially when he heard someone question his filial piety, saying he was so heartless even towards his own son, Changping, that a surge of blood rushed to his head.