"Okay, given the circumstances, Yun Er, you have three days,"
"Three days from now, if you can't clarify that this matter has nothing to do with your mother, I will bring Miss Jian into our house. No one can stop me."
With these words, Jiang Yuan made his exit from the main hall.
Upon his departure, Zhou Rongfang sank, almost collapsing into the chair.
"Mother?"
The sight of Zhou Rongfang in this state evoked a pang of sympathy in Jiang Ruyun. She wanted to comfort her mother but was at a loss for words. Seeing her daughter's concern slightly improved Zhou Rongfang's demeanor. Yet, as she watched the direction of Jiang Yuan's departure, her eyes were still filled with resentment. "After all," she said, "your father just wants to bring that woman home."