The housekeeper of the Jiang family walked to Zhou Hengfeng politely, put his hands in front of him, and said politely: "Mr. Zhou..."
Zhou Hengfeng stood up with an embarrassed and anxious look on his face.
It can be seen that the old man sitting in the wheelchair closed his eyes and had no intention of paying attention to him. It was useless for him to get anxious and angry. He could only put the bank card on the table and whispered: "Mr. Jiang, I am here to apologize to you sincerely on behalf of Zhou Wei. I hope you can tell Miss Qiao about Zhou Wei's matter for the sake of our two families. As long as Miss Qiao is willing to forgive Zhou Wei, I am willing to go around the city to apologize to her in person. From now on, I, Zhou Hengfeng, owe her a favor. Her affairs are my affairs. As long as I can help, I will definitely help..."
Old Master Jiang didn't react at all. He still looked like an old monk in meditation, and it seemed that he didn't even want to pay attention to him.
However, when Jiang Xianrou heard Zhou Hengfeng's promise, her eyebrows twitched and she subconsciously clenched her palms.
Seeing that he still had no reaction, Zhou Hengfeng exhaled a breath of foul air from his chest, sighed, and looked heavy. After all, he was a prominent figure, and it was embarrassing to stay in someone else's house, so he said: "Since Mr. Jiang wants to rest, I won't disturb you. I'll leave first and visit you another day."
Jiang Xianrou saw Zhou Hengfeng walking out with the housekeeper. She didn't know what she was thinking about, and hurriedly said to her family, "Grandpa, Mom, I'm going to see Uncle Zhou off."
Tang Wanru was worried when she saw her go out, so she said to Mr. Jiang, "Dad, I'll go take a look."
The mother and daughter followed him out and disappeared in the living room of the villa in a blink of an eye. Mr. Jiang then opened his eyes. His dark eyes were turbid but still contained wisdom. He looked at his youngest son who had just come over with tea. He rubbed his temple and said tiredly, "I don't know how Nian Nian is doing. Is she injured? The same goes for Jiang Li. Nian Nian lives with him, but he didn't tell his family about such a big thing. It was not until Zhou Hengfeng came to our house that I found out what Zhou Wei had done."
Jiang Zongnan poured the tea he had brewed for Zhou Hengfeng into the trash can, bent down and put the cup aside, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I'll call Jiang Li and ask him later."
He looked at the old man who looked tired and worried, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Dad, don't worry too much! Since Jiang Li didn't call home, it means Nian Nian is not injured. Even if she is injured, it should not be serious, otherwise he wouldn't dare to hide it from his family."
"kindness."
He didn't need to tell him this. Old Master Jiang knew it all clearly. He also knew that if Qiao Nian was injured, Jiang Li would never dare to hide it from his family. He suddenly raised his head, looked at his youngest son, and said, "There are still ten days before the college entrance examination. After the exam, Nian Nian will definitely come to Beijing to study. I originally wanted to let her return to her ancestral home when I found her, but Beijing is a complicated place. For various reasons, I temporarily left her in Raocheng to study. She will definitely come back."
"I know." Jiang Zongnan looked relaxed and didn't care about it. He even said to the old man, "I've asked the servants to clean up the room. There are many rooms in the house. It depends on which room Nian Nian likes. I'll have someone redecorate the one she likes."
Jiang Weishang didn't say anything. His eyes were deep and dark. His hands on the wheelchair armrests were tightly gripping the railings, as if he was thinking about something.
(End of this chapter)