After Nan Ze's car accident, the blood used for the surgery was Jiang Xiaoman's. Her request was to let Jiashu live in the Nan Family.
At that time, Nan Wan knew that this woman might look busty and brainless, but she was actually sharper than anyone else.
With control over the lifeline of Nan Ze and Shen Zhimei, the Nan Family would naturally become her son's.
Nan Wan's hand hanging by her side gradually clenched into a fist, her nails digging deeply into her palm, yet her face remained calm and unruffled, without a trace of emotion.
"Jiang Xiaoman, don't forget, Jiashu is Nan Chengzhi's only grandson. He may be ungrateful and heartless, but he wouldn't just stand by and watch his own grandson be harmed.
"He hasn't gone senile yet. Do you think he wouldn't know if you tried anything in the Nan Family?"
"You!"
