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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.

to say anything. She only whispered, "Madam might have

asking. He did not expect Mother Wang to know where

Tang Wanru had been out especially frequently recently. She was often not at home during the day and only came back at night. He didn't know

and their relationship had always been harmonious. Jiang Zongnan did not

and took a sip of water

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down the cup again and pressed the space between his eyebrows. Then, he leaned against the sofa for a while before taking out his phone and calling Jiang

where are you and when are you coming

was with Jiang Xianrou and was

minutes, he tugged

He said in

After hesitating for a moment,

on the other end said that the number

phone. There was only deep helplessness and exhaustion in

minutes later, Jiang Yao and Jiang Xianrou finally

of tea in front of him. He was not watching television or the newspaper,

shoes to slippers