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Jiang Xianrou's beautiful eyes were cold. She did not want to argue with Jiang Yao, so she turned her face away. Her fingers dug into the strap of her bag as she replied coldly, "I understand. Brother, you don't have to continue."

Jiang Yao could tell from the expression on her face that she was impatient and did not listen to his words. Jiang Yao couldn't help but shake his head. He was helpless, but he couldn't do anything about his sister.

Coincidentally, the red light turned green. He did not say anything else to Jiang Xianrou. He just stepped on the accelerator.

At the Jiang residence.

Jiang Zongnan returned home first.

The servant brought him tea. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa. As he rolled up his sleeves, he asked Mother Wang, "Where's Madam?"

He glanced up at the second floor. The house was pretty quiet. It didn't look like anyone was home.

Mother Wang walked over respectfully and picked up the suit he had changed out of. Hearing his question, she looked up and replied softly, "President Jiang, Madam isn't at home. She went out this morning." "Not home again?" Jiang Zongnan frowned reflexively and stopped rolling up his sleeves.

Mother Wang was just a servant at home who was

helping the Jiang family.

anything. She only whispered, "Madam might have gone out with a friend to meet at the

continue asking. He did not expect Mother Wang to know where

Wanru had been out especially frequently recently. She was often not at home

relationship had always been harmonious.

himself and took

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his eyebrows. Then, he leaned against the sofa for a while

you and when

Jiang Yao say that he was with Jiang Xianrou

minutes, he tugged

the hot anger on his body. He said in a low voice, "wait for you at

Zongnan hung up. After hesitating for a moment,

person on the other end said that the number he had dialed was

hung up silently and slowly put down the phone. There was only deep

minutes later, Jiang Yao and Jiang Xianrou finally

sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in front of him. He was not watching television or the newspaper, as if he was waiting for their

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