At the same time, the He family.
Ever since He Congming nervously sent a text message to Qiao Nian, he has been waiting for news at home.
But he waited and waited but there was no reply from the other party.
He Congming was a little anxious.
He waited until 9:30 the next morning, but couldn't wait any longer. Full of trepidation, he took out the girl's cell phone number again and tentatively edited a text message and sent it to her.
[Ms. Qiao, I'm He Congming. I want to invite you to have lunch. Do you think you are free at noon today? ]
He sent the edited text message and took another deep breath.
Then, the phone rang.
He Congming's brows relaxed, thinking that Qiao Nian had seen his text message and replied to him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked up the phone to take a look.
It felt like being slapped in the face.
His face suddenly turned red and white, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.
There was a text message reminder on his phone, but it was not Qiao Nian's reply to him, but a reminder.
Remind him that the text message he just sent was rejected.
He Congming's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly, his pupils constricted several times, and he was holding the phone with a splitting headache thinking about how to contact Qiao Nian.
Tang Wanru called.
At first, He Congming saw that the caller was from an unfamiliar number and he didn’t intend to answer it.
After thinking for a while, he answered the phone impatiently: "Hello."
Tang Wanru went to the detention center to see Jiang Xianrou yesterday. After coming back, she didn't sleep well the whole night. In the morning, she used a lot of connections to get He Congming's number.
At this moment, she was also full of uneasiness. Hearing He Congming's voice, she spoke carefully: "Mr. He? Hello. I am Jiang Xianrou's mother, Tang Wanru. It is very presumptuous to call you. The thing is, I want to apologize to you on behalf of my daughter. We were wrong in this matter, and we are willing to bear all the consequences."
"It's just... it's just that Mr. He, can you please show some mercy and let Xianrou go? She is still young and has a long way to go in life. I... I beg you, I beg you to let her go. As long as you, Mr. He, are willing to let her go, I will definitely work like a cow or a horse to repay your kindness..."
Tang Wanru spoke very sincerely on the other end of the phone, and one could faintly hear tears in her voice, which showed that she was really forced into a corner.
"Are you Mrs. Jiang?" If she had called a day in advance, He Congming would have hung up without thinking and would not have wanted to listen to her chatter at all.
But in the past few days, the He family has suffered setbacks one after another.
All their strongholds in Beijing were seized by Bo Zheng and his men.
The person behind him also hurried back to the Independent State and demanded that he must find a way to get the goods back!
And there is only one way to get this batch of goods back - find Qiao Nian!
Qiao Nian dragged him into darkness again.
Ignore him at all.
He Congming was extremely anxious and couldn't find a solution, but he didn't expect Tang Wanru to come to him and call him.
"You want to reconcile?"
Tang Wanru couldn't figure out what the other party meant, and hesitantly said, "Of course I want to reconcile with Mr. He, but I also know that Xianrou was very wrong this time. We did something wrong. I don't dare to expect Mr. He to forgive us..."
He Congming didn't have the patience to listen to her, so he interrupted her and said concisely: "It just so happens that I also want to reconcile. Madam Jiang, where are you now? I'll come to you right away and we'll sign a letter of understanding."
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Jiang family villa.
Tang Wanru couldn't believe her ears.
(End of this chapter)