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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.

her head and stood there, not daring to say anything. She only whispered,

expect Mother Wang to know where

especially frequently recently. She was often not at home during the day and only came back at night. He didn't know what she was

20 years and their relationship had always been harmonious.

on the sofa himself and took a sip of

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he leaned against the sofa for a while before taking out his phone and calling

and when are you coming

say that he was with Jiang Xianrou and was on the way home and

he

his body. He said in a

for a moment, he

end said that the number he had dialed was

slowly put down the phone. There was only deep helplessness and

later, Jiang Yao and Jiang Xianrou

saw his father 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

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