Jiang Wenhuai opened his eyes in surprise and saw a man wearing a snow cloak walking slowly from the darkness against the light.

When he saw that person, the middle-aged man's originally calm eyes turned into hatred.

The other party was completely unaware of it, or he didn't care at all about the hatred in his eyes. He tilted his head and called him without any respect in the dark and damp cage: "Father-in-law."

As he walked over, Bu Zhan's face slowly became clear in front of Jiang Wenhuai.

The latter was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"How dare you insult me!"

Although he was pointed at his nose and scolded, Bu Zhan didn't have the slightest hint of anger on his face. He lowered his gaze, looked at the cup and dagger that fell on the ground, and instead chuckled:

"Father-in-law, your life is only a few decades long, so why are you so anxious to seek death?"

Jiang Wenhuai sneered: "I know that the matter has come to this, so why did you come to stop me in a pretentious manner? I, Jiang, would rather die than collude with someone like you who is treasonous and criminal!"

Bu Zhan also smiled: "The Jiang family is indeed full of loyalty, which I admire."

"Abu Xingzhi, what exactly do you want to tell me?"

"It's nothing. The truth is that I haven't seen my father-in-law for a long time and I want to catch up with you."

He picked up another cup from one side, placed it in his palm and played with it carelessly.

"Oh, there is one more thing I haven't told my father-in-law. Your daughter Jiang Ling is pregnant with her true child. As her father, I believe you will be as happy as me when you find out about this happy event."

Sure enough, Bu Zhan's words just fell out.

Jiang Wenhuai's body trembled and he turned his head blankly.
Chapter completed!