Jiangli heard Xia Xin's words and let out a soft chuckle.
Xia Xin immediately turned bright red, grasping the edge of his clothes, "Ancestor, did I say something wrong?"
Jiangli shook his head, "No, I was just laughing at your wit. You've finally had a moment of cleverness."
Xia Xin widened his eyes, excitedly saying, "So, what I remembered was right? Then, Ancestor, why didn't you mention anything about this when you were at the Jiang Family? I thought I had remembered it wrong."
"You didn't remember it wrong." Jiangli's expression faded slightly, "But to bring it up again is meaningless."
Xia Xin didn't understand, "Why is it meaningless?"
Jiangli rolled down the car window, a breeze blowing in, "Because, the patriarch of the Jiang Family gave up on pursuing it."
Xia Xin was stunned, recalling the matter of Jiangli calling out the old Jiang patriarch.
Indeed, the old patriarch had never mentioned what had happened that day.
