Nan Wan's originally decent mood was disturbed by the appearance of Jiang Xiaoman, leaving her chest feeling a bit suffocated.
If she dared to use Jiashu as a threat, it wouldn't be just a sudden idea.
There weren't many servants in the Nan Family, so if Jiang Xiaoman really wanted to do something to a three-year-old child, it wouldn't be difficult.
Although Nan Chengzhi loved Jiashu dearly, he couldn't be by Jiashu's side at all times. Jiang Xiaoman would have many opportunities to make a move.
Her fingers clenched tightly, joints gradually turning white.
If she dares...
Nan Wan lowered her gaze and walked forward, not paying attention to the road ahead, and bumped straight into a wall of flesh.
Her body instinctively leaned back, but a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.
